Fang Qingyi, daughter of Ye Shaohua’s uncle.
Graduated from a prestigious university, now an English teacher at the best school in the city, School No. 1, she has been recognized as an outstanding teacher for two consecutive years.
She has received quite a few medals from the province and has always been the pride of both the Ye Family and the Fang Family.
Ye Shaohua bowed her head and acknowledged with a yes.
Seeing that she wasn’t wearing her usual Gothic style clothing today, Ye Shaohua’s uncle’s frown eased slightly.
Ye Shaohua returned to her room, took off her skirt, grabbed a short-sleeved shirt from the closet, and put on a pair of black pants.
Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang; it was someone named Manager Wang.
"Ye Shaohua, come to the Club," Manager Wang’s voice was somewhat cold.
Ye Shaohua knew that this call was from someone at her original Club, and Manager Wang was the person who had approached her for a contract before.
After some thought, she took her small purse and told her parents that she might return late that evening.
Her aunt, who was in the kitchen carrying out a bowl of food, sighed involuntarily when she saw Ye Shaohua pushing the door open and going out again.
She didn’t know what kind of luck her niece had; the well-behaved eldest son and second son became estranged from her, and this youngest daughter, bright from a young age, sadly never applied herself correctly.
Over the years, car racing alone had cost the family a significant amount of their savings.
Without any option, she used her connections to find a teaching position for Ye Shaohua in a middle school; if Shaohua had been like Qingyi and had not made much of it, but could Ye Shaohua be like Qingyi?
Ever since she made that arrangement for Ye Shaohua, the aunt had been anxious, fearing that any mistake from Ye Shaohua might bring trouble upon herself.
Not a tenth as reliable as Qingyi.
But when she arrived, everyone in the Club was busy.
"Shaohua, you’ve come at the right time," a slightly overweight man spotted Ye Shaohua and came straight over, "I asked you to bring the keys for car number three, did you bring them?"
Ye Shaohua promptly produced a set of keys; this was the race car the original owner had cherished for three years.
"We’ve decided you can no longer manage the keys," Manager Wang declared without further explanation.
"And the training sessions?" Ye Shaohua remembered the upcoming car race recorded in the original owner’s schedule, which was half a month away.
Manager Wang glanced at her, "Not necessary. You won’t be the starting driver anymore."
Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes at him.
However, Manager Wang offered no explanation. When Ye Shaohua was under his charge, he used to think himself lucky, but now he just felt his luck had turned bad.
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