"But third young master said that if you don't let him see you, he might not be able to sit well for the next two days" exams."
When he said the last word 'heart', uncle Zhao's head was already lowered more and more.
That was because he realized that li junyu's heavy and cold eyes were gradually being covered in ice.
The pressure that he exuded was even stronger than before.
Over the past few months, uncle Zhao had long gotten used to the 'kindness' of the eldest young master towards them.
He had even forgotten that before miss Mengmeng came to the Li family, their eldest young master was actually a serious, stern, and cold person.
"Are you done?" Li junyu's low and cold voice rang out again.
That cold and unfeeling tone was enough to make uncle Zhao shudder.
