Ning Fengzhi's Evaluation!

Ning Rongrong nodded, a smug smile curling her lips. She leaned close to her father's ear and lowered her voice as she explained everything.

As Ning Fengzhi listened, his expression gradually became more and more colorful.

From surprise to shock, from shock to helplessness, from helplessness to not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"So those rumors were spread by Dean Flender at Lin Chuan's instruction?"

Ning Fengzhi's voice was so low that only father and daughter could hear it.

Ning Rongrong nodded, her eyes brimming with admiration. "Brother Lin Chuan said the most effective way to deal with rumors isn't to refute them, but to create another rumor. People's attention is limited. Once there's fresh gossip, who still remembers the old gossip?"

Ning Fengzhi fell silent for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.

This young man was even more formidable than he had imagined.

No, not formidable—seasoned.

In the shortest possible time, he could find his opponent's weakest point and use the smallest cost to leverage the greatest shift in circumstances.

"Rongrong, you've learned more following Lin Chuan than you ever did in the sect."

Ning Fengzhi patted the back of his daughter's hand, his tone full of gratification.

Ning Rongrong raised her chin proudly. "Of course! Brother Lin Chuan is the best!"

Ning Fengzhi smiled but said nothing more.

He lifted his teacup and took a sip, his gaze falling on Tang Chen and Tang Hao in the distance.

Tang Chen, Tang Hao, Tang San, Lin Chuan.

These three men surnamed Tang and the one who was not had somehow twisted themselves into a single rope in an incredible way.

And he needed to know whether that rope was willing to tie itself to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He set down his