Tu Xiao'an returned to the vice-dean's office for a secret discussion. Two hours later, he walked openly out of the Ancient Academy.
Tu Xiao'an had also stored the Azure Owl away in his system.
He didn't plan on returning to the Ancient Academy for the next few days. There were many things he needed to do.
Just as he arrived on a street in the city center, Tu Xiao'an received a phone call.
"Hello? Come to my shop for some beef soup."
A woman's voice, both bewitching and charming, came from the other end of the line. It was very pleasant to listen to.
Tu Xiao'an replied bluntly, "Not going."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to go to your shop and see that ugly face of yours."
"Hehe... So you prefer to see my face when it's not 'made up'?" came the flirtatious voice over the phone.
Tu Xiao'an: "Uh... I guess you could say that."
