Xu Junjie heard Jiang Sifan shouting for him from inside the room and was instantly furious.
After hanging up the phone, he stormed out. "What do you want? Didn't I tell you to wait? What's this? I'm doing you a favor, and now you're ordering me around?!"
Jiang Sifan held up the startup application form, his voice filled with anger. "Why was my startup application form in the trash?! Explain yourself."
"Oh, I probably threw it out by mistake," Xu Junjie said nonchalantly. "Just put it back on the desk. I'll give it to the teacher later when I'm free."
"I know you did it on purpose!" Jiang Sifan slammed the application form on the table. "You just don't want to help me with the application. You're targeting me."
"I have no grudge against you. Why would I target you?" Xu Junjie retorted, lecturing Jiang Sifan with the air of a third-year senior. "You're just a freshman. Do you have any manners, being so disrespectful to an upperclassman?"
