By the time Hang Yishao realized what was happening, he was already standing there stiffly, basking in the admiration from all around him.
There were still faint red traces of the drink on his lips. At this moment, Hang Yishao was like a lost child, panicked and at a loss. He licked his lips and swallowed repeatedly, feeling more comfortable with his voice before sitting back down. "What I mean is, Uncle Su wouldn't agree to it."
Having said this, Hang Yishao couldn't help but take some pride in his quick reaction. He had found a decent excuse. Su Qingzhang only had one daughter, Su Ziceng; how could he let her run off abroad with a poor teacher of unknown background?
