"Why did the dean call you over?" Ye Wangchuan blanched a few pieces of tripe for the girl and put down his chopsticks.
Qiao Nian was still eating. At his question, she raised her beautiful eyes. "Oh, something happened."
Without waiting for him to ask, she took the initiative to say, "He wants me to enter the Privy Council."
Ye Wangchuan's eyes flashed. As expected, he knew about this institution.
"The Privy Council of the reclusive families?"
He thought for a moment and lowered his eyes. "The dean is doing this for your own good."
Qiao Nian glanced at him, not surprised that he knew about this place. She nodded and continued casually, "I know what he's thinking. He also shared his thoughts with me."
Ye Wangchuan looked at her. "What do you think?"
He wanted to know what Qiao Nian was thinking.
