Ling Xue found her master and said casually, "Master, Ye Fan and Mengyao don't care about past grievances, they haven't even taken it to heart."
"You're deceiving me, don't I know it?" The God of Gambling sighed, assuming his disciple was just trying to reassure him to prevent worry, and said with a teaching tone, "When mentioning Mr. Ye and President Chu in front of outsiders, don't randomly call them to avoid unnecessary trouble."
"Master, I've already met Ye Fan and Mengyao, they really don't hold grudges about past grievances." Ling Xue vowed confidently.
"You're deceiving me again." The God of Gambling didn't believe it, with a dim look, he said, "I know you're being filial, and are afraid I'd be anxious and worried, that's why you're trying with good words to guide me, as your teacher, I understand."
"No, Master, everything I said is true." Ling Xue was almost frantic, as her master didn't believe her, she was at a loss for words.
