Li Xing rode the tricycle, and as soon as she entered the courtyard, she heard Li Yi shout like a lion:
"Get the hell out——!"
Li Yi definitely wouldn't dare speak to Anna like that, so who was he talking to?
Li Xing quickly parked the tricycle and hurried into the house, only to be surprised to find Yang Zhou calmly sitting in the living room, legs crossed, drinking tea.
"Principal Yang? Why are you here?"
"I've come to back you up."
Li Xing was puzzled: "Huh?"
Yang Zhou smiled, pointed upstairs, and signaled Li Xing to sit down and enjoy the show.
Not long after, footsteps echoed down the stairs, with Li Yi leading the way with a grim face, followed by an equally displeased Anna. The last person was someone Li Xing didn't recognize, parting his well-greased hair in the middle, dressed like a wealthy caretaker.
Seeing Li Xing was back, Li Yi's expression grew somewhat awkward, deliberately avoiding eye contact, as he said grumpily to the caretaker:
