"Teacher, teacher, can you take me as your disciple today?" Wu Hong's voice passed to Yuan Zhou from a distance and was extraordinarily loud.
Yuan Zhou couldn't help but want to support his forehead. Thinking of his aloof prince charming figure that he had shaped with difficulty, however, he managed to refrain himself from doing that.
Instead, he just knitted his brows severely.
"Little Master Yuan, you have taken a disciple?" The grandpa looked at Wu Hong who ran into the restaurant rashly and asked in surprise.
"Haha. Oh, yes. Boss Yuan, your little disciple came again," said Wu Hai. Obviously, he knew that Yuan Zhou didn't like trouble, but still showed no mercy towards him.
"Don't say that. Wouldn't that waste our time if Boss Yuan suddenly agrees to his request?" Ling Hong was a little more conscientious than Wu Hai, although he said that also for food.
"No, I have no intention of taking anyone as my disciple." Yuan Zhou uttered and clarified seriously.
