"Cao Xiu, why are you bullying this young lady?" The scholar had a handsome and refined face, a slender figure, and was covered by a green robe. His black hair was fixed with a wooden hairpin, which firmly protected Kong Qingyan behind him. His thin shoulders gave people a sense of height at this moment.

"Liu Yishui, why are you ruining my plans again?" Seeing the scholar Cao Xiu's face darken, he spoke angrily, his teeth clenched, revealing his dissatisfaction with the other party.

“I can’t ignore it as long as you do bad things,” said the scholar Liu Yishui, his voice righteous and his eyes resolute.

"You're nothing but a poor scholar, a lousy licentiate. What right do you have to tell me what to do? Get out of here right now, or I'll break your legs!" Cao Xiu was furious, gripping his fan tightly.

"Just because I'm the tutor that Master Cao invited for you, your teacher." Liu Yishui was not afraid at all, and looked up at Cao Xiu with his head held high.

"Damn it, don't make a big deal out of nothing. I'll get my dad to fire you when we get back, and see how you use that status to intimidate me!" Cao Xiu rubbed his hair, looking extremely agitated.

"If you dare to bully this young lady today, I will tell Master Cao and have him punish you properly." Liu Yishui knew his place; he was just a poor scholar, and the only person he could use to suppress Cao Xiu was Master Cao.

"Consider yourself lucky—" Cao Xiu glared at Liu Yishui. Recently, his father had gone mad and insisted on making him study hard, hiring this scholar to tutor him. He was annoyed every time he saw him, but his father trusted him a lot.

"Young lady, we will meet again. Come on—" With a wave of his hand, Cao Xiu led his men away.