Inside the study room, Xi Ying was turning the pages of the book in his hand mindlessly. His aura only oozed coldness.
An Si who had just stepped inside the study room shivered and cursed his fate.
It seemed that he had chosen the wrong time to report.
Should he go back and come some other time? He thought but had already taken a step back to go out of the study room.
However, he suddenly saw his master's cold eyes on himself.
"Master."
His back straightened like the smooth wooden blank. From outside, his face didn't have any expression but from inside his heart was cowering back in fear.
Although his master had always been cold and aloof today he felt that he was colder and more aloof.
So much that it was scaring him.
Ughhh… that b**t**d An Zhi didn't tell him that Master was in a bad mood. But now he could only bite his tongue and bow his head,
"An Si greets My Lord."
