Wang Qing and Mrs. Rong Sr. stood frozen, neither extending a hand to accept the offered gesture.
Xu Yi stood with his arms folded, a smirk on his face. "Well, aren't you going to take it? Madam doesn't want to waste her time arguing with you; she has classes to attend."
Mrs. Rong Sr.'s face soured, her gnarled hand gripping her cane tightly. "Are you really going to stand there and let a servant insult us?"
"A servant?" Xu Yi wrinkled his nose and leaned in, grinning wide. "So you mean, if it's a 'master' then it's okay to insult you? Is the rank of Deputy Protector of the Special Training Camp high enough for you? How about Sect Leader? Or, following your business logic, should I get my own company to play around with, and then you can call me a 'master'?"
