Before Luo Qingli could finish fantasizing, Jun Ziyu appeared once again.
"Madam, your bird's nest soup is ready. Please enjoy it at your leisure."
"There's no rush to drink the bird's nest. Jun teacher, come, sit down. I want to have a heart-to-heart with you." Luo Qingli was about to sit down on the sofa holding Jun Ziyu's hand, but the latter let go of her hand.
Standing to the side, she respectfully bowed. "Madam, if you have something to say, just say it! Ziyu is listening."
Jun Ziyu had told Luo Qingli not to call her 'Jun teacher', but the latter insisted on saying it that way, so she just let her be.
"Here's the thing, Jun teacher, you really don't fit in here." Luo Qingli could only try to persuade Jun Ziyu not to stick around.
"I cannot do that." Jun Ziyu answered.
