"Yes, I am Ji Xiaoxi. What guidance do you have, senior?"
Ji Xiaoxi asked calmly and composed.
"It's not really guidance..."
The dislike in her heart intensified, but Shen Xuebing spoke softly, "I just wanted to tell you something. Though we are born from the same root, why should we rush to boil one another? What do you think?"
After saying that, under the excited gaze of Tian Jiaxuan and others, Shen Xuebing turned and walked back to her seat.
But before she could sit down, the clear and cold voice of a girl rang out in the room, "Even though we are born from the same root, each bloom on the vine has its own destiny. Can you really expect to have the same opportunities as others just because we bathe in the same morning light and endure the same wind and rain without making an effort yourself?"
