"Are you out of your mind, Wen Jiang? Have you gone crazy? How dare you talk to me like that?!"
Wen Jiang cleared her ear with her pinky finger, her tone still gentle. "What's the matter, great-grandson? You don't seem deaf. Or have you suddenly become unable to understand human speech?"
"You... you..." The headteacher, gasping for breath and hammering his chest in anger, roared, "You... sign this and get out of our school! We won't accept someone as vulgar and lowly as you—someone from the slums!"
CLICK—
The headteacher hung up.
Wen Jiang clicked her tongue.
Slums? In her world, the worst insult was "country bumpkin." The class divide in this world is indeed more severe.
Zero Egg looked at Wen Jiang with some surprise. "Are you going to school now? Didn't you say it's best not to see your 'great-grandson' before your strength stabilizes? If you go to school, you'll surely encounter him. Can we handle him now?"
