Nian Shutong naturally heard what the Wu Family's representative said, but she showed no expression, her tone cold as she said, "Not familiar, no discount."
"Cough, cough—just been talking too much lately, my throat feels a bit uncomfortable."
Not far away, Yu Zeming, with two fingers, theatrically pinched his throat, smacking his lips as if they were very dry.
"Drink some water."
He Xinchun cooperatively handed over a bottle of water, and the two of them, with their backs to Nian Shutong and the others, sipped it while stifling their laughter.
Nian Shutong's reply also left the Wu Family's representative choked up, and it was Wu Yi at the back who smoothed things over, saying, "Professor Nian still has such a sense of humor."
The Wu Family's representative admired Wu Yi greatly; no wonder he could earn the ancestor's regard, staying calm under pressure, impressive.
Unfortunately, Nian Shutong across the way simply gave no one any opportunity.
