The eyesore Wu Family people finally left, and Wufu personally saw her own teacher into the carriage.
"Well, Wufu, your teacher truly had no idea that brat would pull a stunt like this," Old Mr. Meng said cautiously.
Wufu said, "Then why did you still say that, Master? You insisted you'd only agree to the marriage if he won a bout. Did you never think, what if he lost?"
"If he lost, it would only prove his sincerity wasn't enough, that he hadn't gone all out." Old Mr. Meng gave a cold snort. Seeing Wufu glaring at him, he coughed, lowered his voice, and said, "That one has begun to harbor suspicions—your teacher had no choice but to divert his thoughts."
He pointed up to the sky. Wufu's heart gave a sudden jolt; she nodded.
"Come seek me again later and we'll talk," Old Mr. Meng said, and left with that.
"We should go back too." Wufu got into the carriage, closed her eyes, and thought over what her teacher had just said, her fingertips lightly tapping her knee.
