Thinking of the relationship between Mo Weiran and Mo Zeming, the anger in Wu Hui's eyes burned even brighter.
She stepped forward with high heels, taking a few large strides towards Mo Weiran, then suddenly reached out and yanked away the exam paper Mo Weiran was working on.
"What are you writing for? Did I tell you to write?"
Mo Weiran was focused on his questions, and when his exam paper was snatched away, he was startled by the shout and froze instinctively.
Not only Mo Weiran, but everyone else was also frightened, whether they were doing their homework or standing as punishment.
After every major exam, Wu Hui would throw a tantrum, and everyone was used to it by now.
This time, because of a complaint against her, Wu Hui's anger was exceptionally strong.
Before, Wu Hui would scold everyone, but she would focus on those with lower grades and not-so-great family backgrounds.
This time was no different.
