After parting ways with Gu Yue, Fang Yang returned to the dormitory with Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.
The three had just settled down to rest when the dormitory door was suddenly flung open.
Zhou Changxi rushed in, panting heavily, his face filled with anxiety. "This is bad! A group of people has gathered outside Eastsea Academy and blocked the main gate!"
Tang Wulin immediately rose to his feet. "Zhou Changxi, what's going on?"
"Those people are holding photos of you three and Gu Yue, demanding that the academy hand you over."
Zhou Changxi wiped the sweat from his forehead. "They look like they have a powerful backing. I figure the Dean's Office will send someone for you soon."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Fang Yang looked outside the window, lost in thought.
Xie Xie sneered and pulled out a Soul Tool Communicator from his clothes. "Looks like those people from yesterday found reinforcements."
He dialed a number.
A respectful voice came from the communicator. "Young Master, what are your orders?"
"Butler, bring people to Eastsea Academy immediately. Someone's causing trouble." Xie Xie spoke briefly.
"Understood. I'll make the arrangements at once."
After ending the call, the elderly butler turned and headed for the study.
Inside the Xie Family residence.
The Xie Family Patriarch was reviewing documents. Seeing the butler's hurried expression, he looked up and asked, "What happened?"
"Master, Young Master has encountered some trouble at school..."
The Xie Family Patriarch's pen suddenly stopped. A complicated look flashed through his eyes. "Xie Xie... He finally contacted the family?"
There was a trace of bitterness in his voice.
The butler sighed softly. "Master, Young Master... is still your son, after all."
The Xie Family Patriarch rose and walked to the window, his back looking somewhat lonely. "Back then, I failed his mother...