Dream on! As if I'd want your junk... and you actually expect me to pay a high price for it?
Just as Zuo Xiaoduo was grieving over his precious money leaving him again, word finally came from Li Changjiang, telling Qin Fangyang, "Bring Zuo Xiaoduo to the principal's office."
The breathing room of the past week or so had finally allowed Li Changjiang to extricate himself from the Witch Alliance maelstrom.
Although it had only been a few days in all, it was a blessing that the endless assortment of troubles during that time had not driven Principal Li to a breakdown.
Many students who had been through Crystal Pass and Clearheart Lake needed the school to bail them out. Li Changjiang had been running back and forth every day. Never mind getting anything else done-he had barely even seen Hu Ruoyun these past few days.
The fact that he could still remember Zuo Xiaoduo at this point was already a sign that a certain someone held no small place in Principal Li's mind.
In a resplendently gilded establishment, the rich fragrance of tea almost drifted out the windows and filled the sky.
The fragrance alone made it clear that this was absolutely top-grade tea.
Those drinking it were all smartly dressed in suits and leather shoes, every one of them cutting an imposing figure. Yet, despite there being seven or eight people present, hardly anyone spoke. Occasionally, someone told a joke, only for silence to descend again immediately afterward.
Clearly, they were all weighed down with worries and had no inclination to chat about anything else.
"The envoy isn't here yet."
"Don't worry. The envoy has never let us down."
Before those words had finished, a wisp of mist drifted past, and a tall, slender figure abruptly appeared