“He’s a teacher?” Tan Lingyun, like the Director, looked at Lan Jue in astonishment.
The Director rounded on his female colleague in anger. “Lingyun! Again with this temper of yours! Clearly you acted without thinking and dragged the poor instructor all the way down here. Let – go – at – once! And what would happen if you hurt Professor Lan with that crushing grip of yours?”
“I, eh…. I didn’t know.” Tan Lingyun released her death grip and Lan Jue crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Without his discipline to protect him, the pain was excruciating.
“Oh, I do apologize.” She immediately stooped down and helped the great mercenary king to his feet.
Upset could not begin to describe the look on Lan Jue’s face.
“Why didn’t you just say you were a teacher?” Tan Lingyun’s eyes widen, her tone accusing.
“And what opportunity did you give me to do so!” Lan Jue shot back in indignation.
