He Xiaoman walked out of the office angrily. She was embarrassed by two teachers, one after another. She should not have come to the school to begin with.
It was really annoying.
The butler was waiting outside when he noticed something amiss with He Xiaoman and asked her. "Madam Lu, what happened?"
He Xiaoman turned to glance at the butler and said angrily, "It's all that idiot's fault."
The butler was stunned. He instinctively blurted out. "Are you talking about Miss Yao?"
"Stop talking about her. She is no longer our daughter," said He Xiaoman impatiently before walking out of the school.
The butler hurriedly followed behind her.
Shortly after she left the No.1 Middle School gates, He Xiaoman caught sight of her foster daughter standing by the roadside. She was clearly waiting for someone to pick her up.
She pursed her lips. Sure enough, they were paupers. They could not even afford to hire a chauffeur.
