Chapter 118 How did she become a master’s grandmother?
Qian Fanji stared indifferently at the few figures that were getting further and further away, and moved her eyebrows slightly. Zhuye, a child, has not liked to have many contacts with people since he was a child, especially girls. How could Zhuye be with a villain after only half a day?
So close?
Is this blood relationship?
Ye Qianning didn't want to spend more time with Qian Fanji, and was afraid that Qian Zhuye would talk nonsense without thinking, so she turned and left.
"You almost died just now." Sang Zhi blocked her way.
"Know."
"I know you still mess with him."
"Provoke? Am I wrong?" Ye Qianning asked.
"Although what you said makes sense, sometimes people can't be too straightforward when speaking."
"Do you want me to lie?"
"Of course not." Sang Zhi shook his head immediately.
Ye Qianning tilted her head, looking confused.
"I'm not asking you to lie. You are still too young and don't understand many things. From now on, you will have to hide away from Brother Qi. Do you know that?" Sang Zhi felt that she might not be able to understand even if he explained.
"I don't. I will ask my father to teach me how to use a machete later, and see who dares to throw me away." Ye Qianning pinched her waist with her small hands and puffed out her cheeks angrily.
Sang Zhi frowned.
"Ms. Xiang, take me with you." Qian Zhuye caught up again.
"..."
This child is haunted.
"He is a prince. If you touch him, you, your father, and even the Xiang family may die. If you want your father to be better, don't take this class. Besides, you are also young, and you cannot understand the profound explanations of the master.
"Sang Zhi patiently preached.
"So what about the prince?"
If that doesn't work, I'll just secretly poison him in the future.
Qian Zhuye echoed with appreciation: "Miss Xiang is so courageous."
"Hey, what are you——!" Sang Zhi had never seen such a difficult child to teach.
"Okay, I know, let's not talk about him anymore. It's already lunch time, so why don't we go eat first." Ye Qianning stepped forward and grabbed him.
Sang Zhi was led forward by her, feeling helpless and worried. Seventh Brother would never give up.
"Take me with you." Qian Zhuye started the chase.
The cafeteria of the academy was relatively far away. Ye Qianning took Sang Zhi and walked for more than ten minutes. When they were about to arrive, a young man blocked the way for the three of them.
"Grandma, the dean asked me to summon you to have lunch." The young man bent down and saluted, then raised his head and said.
Grandma?
Ye Qianning: "..."
How did she become a master's grandmother?
Sang Zhi: "..."
Grandma? How is this appropriate?
Qian Zhuye: "..."
Is he hallucinating?
"Master grandma? Do you want me to carry you over?" Seeing Ye Qianning's silence, the young man asked again.
"Ahem... no, I'll go to the cafeteria with them to eat." Ye Qianning was a little embarrassed: "Don't call me grandma."
"According to your seniority, I should call you Grandma."
"Don't worry about seniority, just call me Ye Qianning."
"It's a must, and the etiquette cannot be discarded."
"You call me old by calling me that. I'm only six years old." The title of grandma is not as good as grandma...
"You are the direct disciple accepted by the dean. If you have gone through the apprenticeship ceremony and drank disciple tea, you must call me grandma according to your seniority." The young man insisted.
Ye Qianning was helpless. The boy was very good, but he was very jerky.
Sang Zhi's face was surprisingly colorful. The dean accepted the little fat man as his direct disciple?
Qian Zhuye was shocked and strange, but most of all, he understood.
No wonder Miss Xiang was so arrogant when she entered school. She turned out to be Dean Chen's direct disciple.
