"Hang Yuan is an elite school! We will surely keep our word!"
Nian Feiyuan was so furious with Fu Zhi's attitude that his face was red from anger. He slapped Wu Zhiheng's back and shouted, "Zhiheng, go! Go show them what you're made of!"
Wu Zhiheng looked at Nian Feiyuan in disbelief.
After a long pause that seemed like an eternity, Nian Feiyuan suddenly realized something.
Wu Zhiheng was, after all, a young master from an elite family. He had a lot of pride, but a word could make one recall a past memory.
Nian Feiyuan thought for a while and said, "Be brave, son. After you're done, I will take you away from here instantly!"
Nian Feiyuan lowered his head to look at Wu Zhiheng, and Wu Zhiheng's eyes lit up.
'Finally! Finally, someone is looking at me!'
Wu Zhiheng pointed at his dislocated jaw.
"Ah!" Nian Feiyuan shouted, "What's happened to you, Zhiheng?"
