"Shuo Ci, just let Jiaojiao use my slot. I'll be Jiaojiao's teacher in name, but her apprentice in reality."
Xia Qiuming saw Mr. He cast aside his pride to compete with him. 'There's no way I'm losing to an old stick-in-the-mud! A truly great man knows when to be flexible. The old saying is true: the strong command respect. Jiaojiao is obviously more skilled than me, so what's wrong with being her teacher in name only?'
Just as He Shen Yi, beard bristling and eyes wide, was about to argue his case, he heard Mr. Sheng and Uncle Dong arrive.
Old Sir Gu didn't say anything, so the other VIPs didn't know that Mr. Sheng was the father of that arrogant girl.
Another round of pleasantries was exchanged. Mr. Sheng was a bit uncomfortable at first, but he saw that none of them were giving him the cold shoulder.
Mr. Sheng admired them from the bottom of his heart. 'VIPs are VIPs for a reason—so broad-minded.' He enthusiastically invited the VIPs.
