Gu Shish’s cellphone vibrated.

  [MeowMeow: I had spoken with your store manager. She said it will be okay for you to teach offsite. But I will be attending classes onsite for the time being.]

  She paused for a bit and the words “typing……” flickered on the screen.

  Finally, a question came over.

  [Do I need to bring anything? Pen? Paper? Your studio offers mainly gouache and oil painting lessons, right?]

  Gu Shishi took a look and sighed sadly.

  [You signed up for 5,000 yuan worth of lessons?]

  If the boss continued to remain upset at her, she wouldn’t make it, and she wouldn’t be able to attend her 5,000 yuan worth of lessons.

  This time around, the reply came even slower.

  After a long while, Chen Kexin sent over a somewhat apologetic response.