The teenager sounded as if he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. Crossing his hands behind his back, he shook his head, sighed, and left the square.
Emperor Wu didn't know what to say.
Rubbing his chin, he murmured to himself, "Would Feng Wu be an ideal match for my son?"
It was too great a matter for the chief steward to offer any opinion on it.
Meanwhile, Feng Wu was dealing with Mu Yaoyao and Duan Chaoyin.
"Look! It says in the agreement that you have to be accepted by Imperial College! Hahaha, Feng Wu, are you still going to bet?!"
Mu Yaoyao had long wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and her eyes looked like they were spitting fire.
She knew better than anyone else that Feng Wu was a cripple without any trace of spiritual essence!
The girl thought she could pass the physical tryout? In her dreams!
Feng Wu darted a casual look at Mu Yaoyao. "…You know, I'll say yes if you want to revoke that bet now."
