Another "Yan," another "Yan," she was about to get so mad she'd break out in a rash.
"Nothing, I'll go with whatever you guys decide." She swallowed her anger, knowing it was silly to get worked up over a word with these people.
"That won't do, we're a team, and no input from anyone, especially from Sister Xia, is acceptable."
Xia Siyu couldn't hold it anymore, grinding her teeth she said, "Can't you guys choose a different wording?"
Can't they stop saying "speak" and use "give your opinion" instead?
The group was a bit stunned, paused, and then said, "Xia... Teacher Xia?"
Xia Siyu frowned, "It's not that title. Plus, why are you calling me teacher? Just use my name." The title of "teacher" always reminded her of Bo Yan, who used to be a college lecturer.
The person paused again, "Sister Siyu, please speak."
Xia Siyu's fists were clenched into balls, and she barely managed to suppress her irritation.
