When the principal talked to Sam, he had completely two styles with Gwen. The former was respectful, he almost nodded and bowed, and he yelled at the latter with a bad attitude. The comparison between the two is really a huge difference.
Gwen stared at the principal with no expression on his face. For a while, I really didn’t know whether he should boast that the principal would change his face in Sichuan, or whether he should say that he had lost the pride of the literati.
Sam glanced at Gwen, then suddenly smiled, stood up and buttoned the coat buttons, walked to her, and said in a low voice, “San Ye asked me to pick you up.”
Gwen glanced at him, “Look at my current situation, can you go back?”
She somewhat suspected that Sam wanted to watch the excitement, otherwise, how would she feel that she just left the matter to her to deal with it?
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