Just like every student oppressed by the school disciplinary head for years, they harbor a secret wish: "Once I graduate, I'm going to beat him up in a sack to ease the hatred in my heart."
Wen Qiao lifted her hand and used her thumb and index finger to prop up the corners of her mouth, forcing a smile, "No wonder when I asked you what time we were getting up today, you wouldn't tell us. So you were preparing a 'morning surprise' for us."
Looking at Wen Qiao's strange smile, the male staff member sighed and then without hesitation betrayed the director, "It's all the director's arrangement. We're just ordinary workers. When the boss gives an order, who dares not listen?"
Wen Qiao snorted coldly.
The male staff member glanced at the megaphone in his hand and had a flash of inspiration, "We've been here for five minutes, and you're the only one we've managed to wake up. The guys in the two rooms opposite haven't stirred. Why don't you go wake them up?"
