Yan Shaozhe had originally intended to exchange a few pleasantries and leave a good impression on the two of them, laying the groundwork for his future recruitment plans.
But he had never expected Dugu Luo to press her advantage so relentlessly.
Could his recruitment efforts be thwarted from the very start, ending in a premature downfall?
"I was already planning to apologize to Miss Moyan. I happened to run into you on the way, so I thought I'd ask you to pass along a message. It would be more convenient that way." Yan Shaozhe truly lived up to his reputation as a seasoned schemer, instantly coming up with a response.
At the moment, he still did not particularly want to see that girl Moyan. She was simply too unsettling. Since he was not mentally prepared, he decided to set her aside for now.
What an old fox. Dugu Luo's expression did not change in the slightest as she said, "Dean Yan, I'm just a nobody. You'd be better off apologizing to Lady Moyan in person. That would be a good thing for both you and me."
Dean Yan: ...
Ling Luochen: ...
Though their reactions differed, they shared a subtle similarity.
Ling Luochen was astonished. She had not expected Dugu Luo to give Yan Shaozhe so little face. By now, she already knew the identity of the middle-aged man before her—the genius from her father's generation, the current dean of the Martial Soul Department, the Rank 95 Super Douluo, Yan Shaozhe.
As for Yan Shaozhe, he was grumbling inwardly, thinking that Dugu Luo was just like that girl Moyan—equally calculating and deeply devious.
Suppressing his displeasure and anger, Yan Shaozhe smiled and said, "Student Dugu, you're right. It looks like you're heading back to the dormitory anyway. How about I