Jing University
In the office, there were only Qiao Yuxian and the instructor.
Afternoon sunlight streamed in, the office was somewhat sultry, but the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Qiao Yuxian and the instructor stared at each other, and after a moment, she lightly laughed, speaking calmly, "What I wear is my freedom, and I don't think there's anything inappropriate about this outfit. If you find it inappropriate, that's your thinking problem, don't blame it on me."
The instructor furrowed his brows, his eyes brewing with rage, further infuriated by her defiance, "Qiao Yuxian, I'm telling you, suspension is just the current measure. If you can't handle your affairs, expelling you is also a possibility."
Qiao Yuxian looked at him indifferently, completely unconcerned by his intimidation and threats, her voice still gentle, "Then expel me."
