Yu Tingwan glanced at Wei Zhao, trying to understand Mr. Zhao's subtlety, uncertainly asking, "Crazy?"
Wei Zhao: ??
Then he received a deadly stare from the young lady.
Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.
"That's right."
Wei Zhao lowered his head, playing with a strand of long hair in his palm.
It belonged to the young lady.
He wrapped it around his finger again and again.
He sighed, "I'm scared."
Wei Zhao: "Besides being afraid of the big officials in Shangjing, I'm also afraid of seeing blood."
He spoke in a sulky tone.
"Such scenes are bloody and terrifying."
Yu Tingwan: ...
If you want to cooperate, fine.
But isn't this a bit too much?
The noise from here didn't affect Zhao Yu in the distance at all.
Mr. Zhao also noticed him.
Not sure what he was writing.
As was the habit of a teacher, he couldn't help but walk over to take a look.
Just a glance, and he lost interest.
It was merely basic introductory content.
