Xia Ping shrank her head back and asked, "You won't hit or scold us, will you?"
"No, I won't. I..." Meng Chuyue was in the middle of speaking when the phone rang and the number of customers buying fruit increased, so they had to end their conversation.
The caller was Song Zhitin. "This is Song Zhitin. Congratulations to you, Meng Chuyue, on your impressive Gaokao results."
"Thank you, Teacher Song. It's all thanks to the opportunity you gave me."
"Haha, that's what I should do. Alright, Meng Chuyue, let's skip the formalities. I'm calling you today because my spouse just brought back a recruitment advertisement from the vegetable market. I saw that your phone number was listed, so I wanted to ask if you would accept a repeat student who only scored two hundred and fifteen on the Gaokao?"
Song Zhitin was eager to resolve his own worries.
Meng Chuyue, "..."
