"Pre-nominated title?" The female instructor was taken aback. "It's not written in your enrollment file either, is it?"
"You really should die." Chen Yu put his hat back on, and with a wave of his hand in irritation, said, "I'm not going, I'm not going, just push the job off."
"Can't... can't push it off." The female instructor swallowed hard. "The other side... is not someone we can afford to offend."
"Who is it? The Great Emperor that we can't afford to offend?!"
"The Great Emperor's... wife."
Chen Yu: "..."
...
Two hours later.
In the Transcendent district, at the grand entrance of the divine palace.
The black stretch limousine stopped.
Chen Yu and the plump female instructor got out of the car together.
One with a gloomy face.
The other with a face full of apologies.
