A few of the girls glared at her.
Pei Jingshan's mother even screamed in a high-pitched voice, "Teacher Gao, look at this little bastard still laughing! Who on earth put her here? I want to fire that person!" This was the Pei family's etiquette class and it only accepted the ladies from Pei family. Pei Jingshan's mother's first impression of Xia Ling was that she was some child of a maid who had ventured into the wrong place.
"I heard you want to fire me?" A low voice sounded.
Alarmed, Pei Jingshan's mom turned around—Oh God, who did she see?!
It was a young tall man who was standing by the door of the classroom. He wore an exquisite, well-crafted fine wool suit. His eyes were dark and his expression cold.
"Zi, Zi…" Pei Jingshan's mother stammered. Her whole body was paralyzed with shock and she could not say a single word.