Yang Dawu's already dark face turned even darker as he shouted, "You're pretty proud that you don't know how to fold your own blanket, aren't you? You're late and implicate your comrades. What's your name!"
Li Xueqing was already panting from running. Hearing this, she said indignantly, "I know how to fold comforters, but I don't know how to stack these things. Besides, jobs like these are left to the housekeepers at home."
Upon hearing this, everyone was reminded of Li Xueqing's heiress status.
"I'm asking your name!" Yang Dawu repeated. His tone was getting unpleasant.
Sensing that everyone was staring at her, Li Xueqing blushed and answered, "Li Xueqing."
"Louder!"
"Li Xueqing!"
Yang Dawu glanced at Guan Yueyun and saw that she was about to cry. He softened his tone and asked, "What about yours?"
"Reporting, my name is Guan Yueyun!" Guan Yueyun stood straight and saluted respectfully.
