"Alright, I'll give it a try." Ning Rongrong's refusal had been within Ning Chuan's expectations. Even if Flender had not brought it up, he would have gone to persuade her.
Before long, he arrived outside Ning Rongrong's dormitory and knocked on the door. Ning Rongrong's voice came from within. "How many times do I have to say it? That Lecherous Tiger went to a brothel and drained himself dry. He deserved it. I'm not asking my father to save such a disgusting creep."
"Rong Rong, it's me," Ning Chuan said.
As soon as he spoke, hurried footsteps sounded from inside. Then the door opened, revealing Ning Rongrong's familiar, lovely figure.
As for Xiao Wu, she was sitting cross-legged on the bed, pretending to meditate and cultivate.
"Did the Dean send you?"
Ning Rongrong was clever. She had guessed that Flender had sent Ning Chuan.
Ning Chuan glanced toward the inner room and happened to see Xiao Wu peeking at him. He smiled. "Sort of, but not entirely because of the Dean. It's also for us."
"Us?" A flush rapidly spread across Ning Rongrong's pretty face. Turning slightly aside, she began playing with her long brown hair. He actually said us. Could he have feelings for me? No, I can't let Xiao Wu down, and I definitely can't let Zhu Qing down. We're good sisters...
"Well, once you get your father here, you can tell him all about the hardships you've suffered lately and have him avenge you, letting you properly vent your anger. And while you're at it, call Sword Grandfather over too, so he can teach me swordsmanship. Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?"
Ning Chuan said.
"So that's what it was..." Ning Rongrong muttered softly, pouting in disappointment.
"What did you say?" Ning Chuan deliberately pretended