They looked at Mistress Tang with inquiring gazes, but they kept silent. After all, this was none of their business, and they had no plans to interfere with the conflicts within the legendary families.
Mistress Tang slightly frowned. She was not a fool. Ming Zhi Yi purposefully spoke like this to get this kind of response from the people.
How annoying.
Ming Zhi Yi continued. "I just want to thank Mistress Tang for inviting me personally to see the faces of these honorable people. And also, to at least see the headmaster once."
Old Lu harrumphed. "Don't drive a wedge between us, Ming Zhi Yi. Just spit out what you truly want to say."
Ming Zhi Yi put his hand on his chin thoughtfully, as if hesitating. "Should I?" He took a few steps closer to them.
Ming Zhi Yi stared at the two old people. With one strike, he could kill both of them.
That wrinkled and fragile neck.
