Facing Qing Yueqiu, who was exploding with jealousy and competing with Yu Xiaoyan, Pei Yuhang sighed to himself.
'His first disciple was always so cool-headed and composed. Why has she been so restless lately?'
"Alright, stop fighting. I have to go back and take care of Liyuan in a bit."
"We can talk about the tutoring later."
In the end, Pei Yuhang sidestepped the issue, deciding not to give anyone tutoring today. 'That should keep everyone happy, right?'
"Master, you're always playing favorites! I'm the one who—Hmph!"
When Yu Xiaoyan heard Pei Yuhang's words, she knew her plans had been completely ruined by Qing Yueqiu. She stomped her foot in anger and turned to leave.
The silver-haired girl watched her junior sister's retreating back, a triumphant glint in her eyes.
Just then, Pei Yuhang reached out and tapped her smooth forehead with a long finger.
"Yueqiu, you're a grown woman. Stop deliberately provoking Xiaoxiao."
