"Mr. Li, please begin your performance!"
Xiao Yi pointed at the green oak stone table in front of him and made a welcoming gesture.
Yang Ling: "..."
Tian Xiao: "..."
Chen Shuiwen: "..."
The expression on Li Shengtian's face kept changing, and he squinted his eyes as he measured up Xiao Yi, pronouncing each word carefully, "Principal Xiao, are you sure you want to be so aggressive?"
"Me, aggressive?"
Xiao Yi was taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh, "When you snatched the principal position from me in the imperial palace, why didn't you say it was aggressive? Before Ye Heng and Ye Tian fought, when you were everywhere trying to set up a wager with me, why wasn't that considered aggressive? When Ye Heng became a disciple and you intervened to stop it, why didn't you find that aggressive? Now you have the nerve to accuse me of being aggressive—do you think the higher your office, the thicker your face becomes, expecting everyone to show you respect?"
