Chapter 118 How did she become a grandma?

Qian Fanji stared blankly at the small figures that were getting farther and farther away, and twitched his brows slightly. Zhuye didn't like to have much contact with people since he was a child, especially girls. so close?

Could this be blood relationship?

Ye Qianning didn't want to stay with Qian Fanji any longer, and was afraid that Qian Zhuye would talk nonsense, so he turned and left.

"You almost died just now." Sang Zhi blocked her way.

"Know."

"Knowing that you still provoke him."

"Provoke? Am I wrong?" Ye Qianning asked.

"Although what you said is very reasonable, sometimes people can't speak too straightforwardly."

"Do you want me to lie?"

"Of course not." Sang Zhi immediately shook his head.

Ye Qianning tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"I didn't tell you to lie. You are still too young to understand many things. From now on, you will hide away from Seventh Brother, you know?" Sang Zhi felt that she might not understand even if she explained it.

"I don't, I'll let my father teach me how to use a big knife later, and see who dares to throw me." Ye Qianning pinched her waist with her small hands, puffing her cheeks indignantly.

Sang Zhi frowns Lao Gao.

"Miss Xiang took me with a big knife." Qian Zhuye chased after him again.

"..."

This kid is haunted.

"He is the prince, if you touch him, you, your father and even the Xiang family may die because of it. If you want your father to be good, then don't go to this class, and you are also young, and you can't understand the profound explanations of the master. "Sang Zhi preached patiently.

"What about the prince."

If it doesn’t work, in the future, it’s fine to sneak in some poison and kill it.

Qian Zhuye echoed with appreciation: "Miss Xiang is really courageous."

"Hey, you are—!" Sang Zhi had never seen such a difficult child to teach.

"Okay, I know, let's not talk about him anymore, you see it's already lunch time, why don't we go eat first." Ye Qianning stepped forward and grabbed him.

Sang Zhi was led forward by her, very helpless and worried, Brother Qi would never let it go.

"Take me one." Qian Zhuye started the chase.

The cafeteria of the Academy is relatively far away, Ye Qianning dragged Sang Zhi and walked for more than ten minutes, when they were about to arrive, a young boy blocked the way of the three of them.

"Grandma, the dean told me to call you to have lunch." The boy bowed his head and looked up.

Grandma teacher?

Ye Qianning: "..."

How did she become a grandma?

Sangzhi: "..."

Grandma teacher? What kind of system is this?

Qian Zhuye: "..."

Is he hallucinating?

"Grandma? Do you want me to carry you there?" Seeing Ye Qianning's silence, the boy asked again.

"Cough... no, I'll go to the cafeteria with them." Ye Qianning was a little embarrassed: "Don't call me grandma."

"According to seniority, I should call you grandma."

"Don't worry about seniority, you can just call me Ye Qianning."

"Impossible, etiquette cannot be discarded."

"You call me old if you call me that, I'm only six years old." Grandma Shi is not as good as grandma...

"You are a personal apprentice accepted by the dean. If you have done the apprentice ceremony and drank disciple tea, you have to be called grandma according to your seniority." The young man insisted.

Ye Qianning is helpless, the boy is very good, but he is very awkward.

Sang Zhi's face was surprisingly colorful. The dean accepted the little fat man as his personal disciple?

Qian Zhuye was shocked and also very strange, but most of all he understood.

No wonder Miss Xiang is so arrogant when she enrolls. It turns out that she is Dean Chen's direct disciple.

Master Zhang’s senior sister just called her—

(end of this chapter)