"Euphilia, what are you doing causing a commotion at my door?"
The Academy Head looked at the situation before her and then turned to her beloved student with some helplessness.
"You're already a mother, how can you still have such a temper."
In response, Mother Dragon shrugged her shoulders.
"Teacher, you know me. If I didn't hold back my temper, there would already be a corpse lying there."
Priscilla: "....."
The Academy Head was silent for a moment, finding it hard to refute.
After all, as her most outstanding disciple, the child's personality was most like her when she was young—decisive and ruthless.
Judging from the disturbance that reached the principal's office just now, Euphilia was genuinely enraged. Yet, no one died in such a scenario; it could only be said that this disciple had indeed become much more temperate, and it was enough to give this teacher face.
"Dorothy, what happened just now?"
