Hiss.
The office suddenly fell silent, Thomas Ziegler held his forehead, his brow twitching violently, My little ancestor, can't you take it easy? You really dare to say anything.
The teachers from various schools who heard her words all turned ugly instantly, having never encountered such a student throughout their teaching careers.
It was just a request for her to retake the exam, yet she dared to claim that their own fathers weren't their biological ones.
The teacher from Third High School, however, reacted differently. At this moment, a trace of amusement appeared in his cold eyes, and his lips curved slightly in irony.
No wonder Mason Quinn referred to her as Little Chilli; she really can sting.
"Claire, mind your words, there are so many teachers here." Thomas Ziegler carefully gave her a look, pretending to speak sternly.
Claire Green quirked an eyebrow lazily and responded, "Alright, I'll reign it in."
