Murong Qiao had carefully carved out her thesis and modified it a lot. When it was rejected again, she asked her Third Brother.
She knew what the problem was and what the information was. At this moment, when she heard Xi Jiangmao picking on the minor issues on the other end of the phone, her heart did not waver.
No matter how she changed it, it was not right. She might as well not change it.
"…I understand, Teacher Xi." This time, Murong Qiao was the first to end the call.
As soon as she hung up, she dialed another number.
Murong Qiao asked as soon as the call was picked up.
"Leng Yan, I'm not in school. Help me ask the other students who are editing their thesis how they're doing."
After being promoted to the fourth year of university, Leng Yan's results were outstanding and she could be considered half a class monitor. There was definitely no mistake in asking her about this.
