"Wu brother's 'Attendant Student' seems to be numerous; copying two hundred times still gets done rather quickly."
Zhao Rong lifted his eyelids slightly, nodded, and gave Wu Peiliang's followers from Shuaixing Hall a sweeping glance.
Wu Peiliang's stiff smile twitched slightly as he shook his head with a feignedly resigned expression.
He tried to soften his voice, speaking in an even tone:
"Oh, I was just about to talk to Brother Zhao about this."
Wu Peiliang's words paused briefly as he turned to look back at his classmates who had come to help, his smile now wider.
He quickly suppressed the smugness rising within him and glanced sideways at Zhao Rong.
