Qiao Yiyuan kicked the chair in rage, "Damn it! Who are you calling a kid, are you asking for a beating!?"
"Come on, I'm begging for a beating." Lan Xiu hooked his finger dismissively, laughing as brightly as blooming flowers, like a fairy sitting in a blossoming bush.
Yuanya cast aside her brush, feeling a headache creeping on as she watched the two men bickering back and forth.
For some reason, it felt like she was watching a three-year-old Lan and Caesar playfully wrestling.
This lesson was no longer tenable...
After who knows how long, a servant knocked on the door and reported in a soft voice, "The old master says it's getting late and he invites the young master and the two guests to dine in the dining room."
"No need, we'll be leaving right away."
With Lan Xiu and Qiao Yiyuan arguing like this, how could Yuanya have the mood to stay and eat.
"Indeed, it's one thing to freeloading on classes, but to have the gall to stick around and freeload on meals..."
