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"enough!"

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Lan sternly stopped her, and couldn't hide her anger any longer, and said with an angry face: "You don't think others are aggressive, but you always feel that your compatriots are doing something wrong. You want everyone to respect you? The cultural differences and living habits of music masters, why don’t you say that this is Beijing, and when he comes to us, he should respect the local customs, culture and expression?”

"Aunt Ye..." Hai Tong was a little flustered by the question, unable to answer a single question, subconsciously wanted to act like a baby to Ye Lan, so that Ye Lan would stop talking.

But Ye Lan seemed extremely angry with her behavior this time, he didn't save her face at all, and didn't let her get close to him at all.

"Your parents sent you abroad to study and see the outside world. They didn't want you to despise your own culture when you come back after studying foreign ink."

"It's fine for you to talk like this with me. Don't put on such a trick in front of your Grandpa Ye. I'm afraid he's getting old and can't stand it."

Ye Lan's face was cold and serious, he turned sideways, and turned around: "Also, if you really think foreign countries are so good, you don't need to go back to China, you can just stay outside and develop, no one at home will force you, I can also tell your parents clear."

Haitong's major is one of the most advanced majors nowadays.

Ye Maoshan found Bao Jingxing and gave her information to Bao Jingxing to read, and Bao Jingxing agreed to let Haitong enter the Ninth Institute for a try.

But Ye Lan has changed his mind now, and plans to go back and persuade the old man to forget it.

A person whose heart is not in his own country, even if they try to force him to stay, it is meaningless, it will only bury hidden dangers for the Jiu Institute.

Besides, the Nine Institutes is not a place where everyone can enter.

Haitong's heart is not here, she doesn't want to force it.

"Aunt Ye." Hearing what she said, Haitong panicked and looked at her beggingly, wanting to pull her, but afraid that Ye Lan would run away again: "You're angry, so I won't say anything. You Don’t tell my parents, there are still nine other jobs, I’m willing to go.”

Her family heard that Mr. Ye helped her find the second son of the Bo family and arranged for her to enter the Ninth Institute. They were all extremely proud and happy.

If she gets rid of it with one kick at the door.

The family will never forgive her.

Haitong was very afraid that her strict father would talk to her.

"Aunt Ye..."

"I would like to go to Nine."

Before she realized what she said was wrong, Ye Lan was already extremely disappointed in her.

Mr. Ye considered that she belonged to the meritorious descendants, so he let her enter the Ninth Institute. When he came to her, he seemed to understand that the Ninth Institute needed her.

And she was willing to go there just for the sake of her family.

"Need not."

Ye Lan resolutely refused this time and said: "You don't need to go to the Ninth Institute, and you don't have to force yourself. I will make it clear to my dad later."

She finished.

Not giving Haitong any chance to pester her, she alienated her a lot: "Your classmate is still inside, you want to send her back to the hotel, right?"

"…Um."

"Then I won't waste your time, you go to find your classmates, don't make them wait too long." Ye Lan looked as if she still had something to do, and didn't mention asking the driver to drop them off.

In the past, when Haitong went back so late, she would definitely ask her driver to give her a ride, so as not to worry about the girl's safety when it was too late.

But this time Ye Lan didn't mention it.

It can be seen that she is actually still very angry.

Haitong is well aware of this.

Seeing that Ye Lan treated her indifferently and sent her away, she felt sad and wronged, bit her lip, and gave Ye Lan a unwilling look.

Seeing that the other party didn't mean to change his mind.

Haitong finally walked away in a fit of anger.