If it weren't for Zhao Sinin making trouble out of nothing and insisting on opposing Han Yan, such a big joke wouldn't have happened.
"Uncle Master." Zhao Sinin was stunned by the slap. This was the first time since he was a child that he had seen Pang Dezong so stern. Frightened and shocked, he covered his face and couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Han Yan, I've noted this debt against him!" Seeing the five red fingerprints on Zhao Sinin's face, Pang Dezong felt a pang of guilt, but in front of so many people, he couldn't comfort him. He turned his head to glance at Han Yan and said through gritted teeth.
Zhao Sinin revered Pang Dezong as if he were a parent. Although he was shocked, he held no grudges and turned to look at Han Yan, his eyes filled with hatred.
The group of tutors from Long Yan Academy also quietly looked at Han Yan and shook their heads with a wry smile.
