Zhao Dong is indeed a petty person who would lose face and argue with a high school student, but the person Zhao Dong is arguing with is not Song Chan, but Wen Ying.
Wen Ying’s thoughts were exactly what Xie Qian was feeling at the moment: I wonder if Zhao Dong is satisfied with this result?
If Zhao Dong is not satisfied... then Xie Qian will be very satisfied!
Zhao Dong, who always flatters the powerful and looks down on the weak, is narrow-minded and only wants to curry favor with others, will suffer a severe setback if he meets someone like Song Foxiang.
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Song Chan, the person at the center of the rumor, was not at all excited about being an exchange student at Phillips Exeter Academy when she saw her father's face, which was still swollen.
Song Foxiang had considered this exchange student spot before. Firstly, the number of places was limited. Secondly, a large deposit would be required to go abroad for just a few months. Although Song Chan's family had no worries about food and clothing, they were not wealthy after all, so it was not cost-effective for her to participate in this exchange student program.
Unless relatives can chip in... Song Foxiang is a scholar in the Song family and would never lend money to Song Chan to go abroad.
This time, the application for the exchange student position was actually done without Song Chan's knowledge!
Moreover, even students from different grades like Li Mengjiao had heard the rumors, so Song Chan, who was in the vortex of the rumors, naturally heard about it as well.
Song Foxiang's face was alternating between blue and purple, and Song Chan wanted to find her father to ask for an explanation.
If her father was beaten and went to expose Zhao Dong because of her going abroad, how could Song Chan go abroad with peace of mind?
Being stared at by his daughter, Song Foxiang turned his head to the side.
My goodness, on one side is his daughter's resentful and inquiring eyes, and on the other side is his nephew Song Shao's gentle yet firm eyes, which seem to be able to see through all his disguises.
Song Foxiang closed his eyes in agony: Who is my father and who is my uncle? Why do I have to live like a grandson?
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