These words were extremely arrogant, yet after they were spoken, no one present dared to refute them; instead, they fell into endless silence.

It has to be said, Song Qinghe is quite something.

Song Qinghe looked at her colleagues in the office and, without hesitation, quickly asked, "Teacher Wang, Teacher Zheng, Teacher Yang, do you remember what you said before?"

"We signed and sealed the agreement back then. As for Teacher Zhou, he's not here now. The principal has already kicked him out. I'll go and inform him personally later."

Song Qinghe clearly and plainly demonstrated the meaning of the phrase "settling accounts after the autumn harvest".

I was afraid that I might say something wrong and give them an opening.

I won by my own merit, so of course I have to make things clear. Otherwise, they might think I'm afraid of them.

Song Qinghe intends to protect her rightful interests, and as for other matters, she will discuss them later.

Her attitude was clear and firm.

The retired teachers whose names she called out finally realized they were afraid, and it seemed Song Qinghe was serious.

It's not a lie at all, and I don't want to take it easy.

But in this day and age, a teaching job is still very important to them.

Not only is it enough to support a family, but it also allows them to avoid heavy labor, making it an excellent choice.

What will they do if they lose this job?

What kind of job should I do to support myself?

Regardless of whether they are supported or not, the mere presence and ridicule of others can make it impossible for them to survive.

This is terrifying!

Teacher Wang, Teacher Zheng, and Teacher Yang exchanged a glance, and the three of them quickly walked up to Song Qinghe, trying to plead with her.

"Oh dear, Teacher Song, you see, we were just joking before."

"Exactly, it's just a joke between colleagues, you don't have to take it to heart, do you?"

"We admit that your teaching level is indeed quite good. From now on, we'll share an office, so please forgive us this time!"

The three of them each said something, their barbed words aimed at effectively shutting down Song Qinghe's words.

They've already been so subservient to her, so if Song Qinghe still insists on bringing this up, then she's in the wrong.

With so many people watching, they don't believe Song Qinghe can bring herself to do that.

Song Qinghe found their attitudes quite amusing; they seemed to have some misunderstanding about her.

Why do you think you're some kind of saint?

Just because they say a few nice things, does that mean you have to accept them?

She's not the kind of person who's crazy enough to be generous with other people's money and then turn around and wrong herself.

Why should she? She's not that stupid!

Song Qinghe rolled her eyes at them without any politeness: "Saying so much is useless. It's written in black and white. You're only now remembering to say these irrelevant things. Isn't it a bit too late?"

"Besides, I'm actually not a very magnanimous person at all; I'm the kind who holds grudges!"

"Not only that, I have no morals either. Don't try to kidnap me. If you want to kidnap me, then ask yourselves, if I lose, will you let me stay?"

"Or are you going to take this opportunity to kick me out—"