That brat Xiao Chen had definitely done it on purpose. Yun Ming felt thoroughly stifled, yet there was nothing he could do.
He was Qingtian Douluo, the Sea God Pavilion Master revered by the world. With his status, he could hardly lose his temper at a few juniors.
If he really did, his reputation would be ruined.
No matter how stifled he felt, he would just have to swallow it.
Watching her husband repeatedly come off worse with no way out, Ya Li chuckled softly beside him and stepped forward to smooth things over.
"All right, all right, stop dwelling on this. The children are young and didn't think that much of it. Don't take it to heart."
"Ming, you usually have plenty of academy affairs to attend to. You made a point of waiting here today, but don't you need to go back and handle your work?"
Na'er and Gu Yue paid no attention to Ya Li's words, but Xiao Chen understood. What a wonderful way to get him out of this. That worked; at least he could go back too.
The husband and wife really had mastered singing in harmony.
At Ya Li's reminder, Yun Ming took the opportunity to compose his expression and said with affected solemnity:
"Indeed, the Sea God Pavilion has many affairs to attend to. I shouldn't linger."
Halfway through, he changed tack.
"However..."
"However what?" Ya Li asked in puzzlement.
Yun Ming fixed his gaze on Xiao Chen, his eyes deep and carrying a measure of pressure.
"Your name is Xiao Chen, correct?"
Abruptly singled out by the continent's strongest expert, Xiao Chen instantly felt every hair on his body stand on end, alarm bells ringing in his heart.
The Wither Martial Soul is so useful. What a thrilling sense of danger.
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