"A piece of trash like you who’s been inside—what right do you have to apply for our Art Troupe?"
"Did you really think our Art Troupe was a junkyard that accepts any scrap it finds?"
Sutan opened her eyes to see Zhao Wanting standing barely a meter away. She was dressed in full military uniform, her cap perched perfectly on her head, arms crossed as she looked down at Sutan with a sneer.
Chapter 28