Mo Han entered the Academy Hall, his steps calm and steady, though his eyes sharpened like blades beneath his plain expression.
Behind the long desk, the same old lady with a plum face—her cheeks powdered heavily, lips painted dark red—lifted her gaze. Recognition flickered across her eyes, followed by scorn.
"So it's you again." She sniffed loudly, setting aside a jade slip. "What now? Weren't you already given enough chances? Or did you return to waste my time again?"
Without reacting to her tone, Mo Han placed the folded warning letter on the table between them. His voice remained polite but firm. "This was sent to my residence. I am here to resolve the issue."
The woman unfolded the parchment, skimmed through it, and clicked her tongue. "Tch… such trouble already, and you haven't even stepped into proper classes. What arrogance…"
