Qin Feiyang landed in front of Fu An-shan, suspiciously asking, "Steward Fu, who are you kneeling for?"
Two months had passed, and the anger in Fu An-shan's heart had calmed down a lot, but upon hearing Qin Feiyang's words, the anger flared up again.
Qin Feiyang ignored it, asking again, "Who exactly has such influence that you're kneeling for them?"
Looking at Qin Feiyang's innocent and charming face, Fu An-shan wished to slap him.
But he had to endure it now!
Two months had passed, yet the Pavilion Master still hadn't announced the exact time for his appointment as the Deputy Pavilion Master.
It was clear that the Pavilion Master was waiting for his results.
In other words.
If he couldn't get the forgiveness of the person in front of him, dreaming of becoming the Deputy Pavilion Master would be just that—a dream.
"Brother Mu, I've already fallen to this point, can you stop teasing me?"
