Ye Ling didn't have a bad attitude toward the teacher, just didn't expect to be accused before things were clarified. Her good impression of Mr. Ji instantly crumbled. Respect is mutual. Since he doesn't respect her, why should she humble herself to respect him?
"Ye Ling, the handwriting might not be yours, but the love letter definitely is. You're afraid others might recognize it, so you had someone else write it for you." Ji Zhongjun raised his voice upon seeing Ye Ling standing firm. "You can't deny this; a classmate has already reported to me. The love letter is here—it's written to Xiang Weilai in the second year. How do you argue now? Clearly, you did wrong, yet you don't repent. Is this how your parents have taught you? Do you realize the impact of what you've done? Do you want a notice in your record?"
