Bibi Dong was visibly surprised to see that the visitor was Qian Renxue. She still maintained her cold expression, so calm that not a trace of joy or anger could be seen. The way she looked at Qian Renxue was as if she were looking at a stranger.
Yu Xiaogang, meanwhile, was utterly confused. He rapidly speculated about the visitor's identity—who was this person, daring to speak so forcefully before Pope Bibi Dong? What puzzled him even more was that Bibi Dong showed no intention of stopping her.
Qian Renxue strode past Yu Xiaogang, then turned and stared him down. Her voice was as cold as frost. "A clown who can't win head-on, so he comes here to pull strings behind the scenes. You're simply unworthy of being a teacher! How good could the students taught by someone like you possibly be? And you still have the nerve to accuse others of being too ruthless? Do you even know what kind of people your students are?"
Every word struck like a blade at Yu Xiaogang's weak point, leaving him speechless as his face alternated between green and white. Qian Renxue's tone grew colder with every sentence, and her gaze upon Yu Xiaogang was nearly filled with bone-chilling killing intent. She had not wanted to spare this man even a glance, but when she heard him recklessly slandering Ye Feiyang before her mother, she could no longer endure it and revealed herself. If Bibi Dong truly believed this nonsense and formed a bad impression of Ye Feiyang, meeting the parents in the future would become troublesome. Worse still, he had accused Ye Feiyang of using an evil technique to forcibly drain his disciples' potential? Would she not know whether their potential had been drained? At most, they had merely expended some