"Little Tang, what's this...?"
Bai Xiaobai fell silent as he looked at Tang Wulin, then helplessly glanced toward Long Hengxu, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
Don't tell me...
Could Wulin still be some sort of demonic pill?
"Old Tang, say something already!"
"What am I supposed to do? What should I say?"
Facing their gazes, Tang Wulin felt both embarrassed and annoyed. Gritting his teeth, he asked inwardly.
Old Tang had led him astray!
"This shouldn't be the case. Could this Eastsea Academy really be this stingy...? Getting so worked up over a few tens of thousands."
Listening to his son's mental voice, Tang San, dressed in a black robe that completely concealed his face, frowned, anger rising in his heart.
When a God King grew angry, blood would spill for a thousand miles!
This was Tang San's son, the son of a God King, such a noble young genius. Having him study at Eastsea Academy was the academy's blessing for ten thousand years, yet...
They were still hounding him over a damaged desk and bed?
That academy might as well shut down!
"Wulin, tell that Long whatever-his-name that it's not that we refuse to pay. We're just paying it back on our own schedule."
"Pay him ten thousand first."
Tang San thought for a moment before patiently guiding him.
If possible, of course he did not want his son to pay them back. But if this continued, then...
His son might drop out at such a young age.
That would be even worse!
"Yes, Old Tang."
Tang Wulin obediently did as he was told. After thinking for a moment, he raised his head and continued awkwardly.
"Director Long, it's not that I don't want to repay it. I just haven't earned enough from forging lately. Can I