"No problem!"
The young scholarship student said firmly, quickly and sincerely, "Just in time, I've prepared some coursework related to talismans, and I can take this time to encourage Dong Dong to study ahead."
He silently apologized to the Little Fox in his heart.
Su Shijun nodded with satisfaction, her hand slightly releasing his collar, then frowned, her gaze quickly sweeping over Zheng Qing's left side, showing a trace of annoyance on her face: "That's settled then, I should go ahead... more and more people at the banquet, more and more annoying pests... remember not to go back too late, if Sister Man locks you out, I can't help you!"
The boy carefully turned his head to follow the witch's gaze, only to see Matthew's uncle, Duke Milton of the Blood Race, holding a glass of wine and greeting people as he walked over.
"Oh, by the way, I have one last piece of simple advice for you." Su Shijun's slightly serious voice came to his ear.
