The thought of Master Zhang's usually stern, unsmiling face, coupled with the timid look he had just seen on Miss Xiang, made him want to laugh.
"Let's go, Grandmaster. The Dean is still waiting for you," the young man urged.
"Tell the Dean I'll come over with the Eighth Prince after we finish eating."
"Alright then." The young man departed.
Ye Qianning sighed inwardly. When she turned her head, she saw a strange expression on Sang Zhi's face, while Qian Zhuye stood beside them with a goofy grin, though she couldn't tell what he was laughing about.
"The Dean took you on as his Direct Disciple?" Sang Zhi asked.
"Mhm." Ye Qianning nodded.
Hearing her confirmation, Sang Zhi's expression grew even more peculiar. He pulled his arm from Ye Qianning's grasp and pressed his lips together tightly, then pressed them again.
"Not going to eat anymore?"
Sang Zhi looked like he wanted to say something, but though he opened his mouth several times, no sound came out.
"Grandmaster."
