"Slow and steady wins the race," Shu Wan looked at Fu Yang, "Asking for too much would sever all ties with the Xiao Family completely, ask for a little less, leave some leeway, who knows when this goodwill might come in handy."
Fu Yang had only been making a casual sarcastic remark, but he didn't expect Shu Wan to take it so seriously, teaching him like a student, causing him to shift his gaze uncomfortably, "What are you doing? Do you think you're a teacher or something? Teaching all this crooked nonsense."
"It's not crooked nonsense," Shu Wan's eyes shimmered slightly, as if she recalled the group of great scholars from Bailu Academy back in the day.
At that time, Bailu Academy had the best educational resources around, and the teachers educating there had all been top scorers themselves and had been appointed as Prime Ministers.
They were true connoisseurs of poetry and the world, having risen from the lowest strata to the highest, only to return to the academy in the end.
