The man's voice was very faint, without the slightest fluctuation, betraying no emotion, yet it still made the principal's back crawl with a chilly sensation as if a large hand had fiercely seized his neck, preventing him from breathing.
He reflexively shook his head, "Bo... Colonel Bo, you must be joking. How could I dare to criticize and educate someone like you?"
"Oh, is that so?" Bo Siyan strode forward with his long legs, directly pulling Ning Xia to sit down on the sofa. He reclined lazily on the sofa, lifted his eyelids, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "Yet I heard everything loud and clear from outside. What, could it be that my ears are failing me?"
Cold sweat incessantly broke out on the principal's forehead, utterly unable to fathom how he had managed to provoke the Iron-blooded Colonel.
