Chapter Fifty-Eight
"Do you know him?" Jiang Yu asked, somewhat puzzled, as the man seemed to be speaking to them.
"I don't know him," Xie Yanzhi said, shaking his head as he looked at the chubby little boy.
"I don't know him either." Xu Qingshi even peeked at the person.
They didn't even realize the person was calling them.
It should be noted that all of them come from relatively well-off families.
They simply don't know how to do those cleaning and sweeping tasks.
Besides, they are still children, and the household doesn't need them to do these servants' chores.
"I'm calling you, are you deaf?" The little boy was the nephew of Lady Luo, the wife of the Prince of Zhennan.
Children from wealthy and influential families usually had tutors come to their homes to teach them.
This allowed Luo Jing'an to become a little tyrant at Luoshan Academy. After all, the Prince of Zhennan held immense power, and ordinary people dared not offend the Prince of Zhennan's mansion.
"Oh my, Your Highness, it sounds like he's calling us," Jiang Yu said excitedly.
"But didn't you hear him say that we should go over and sweep the floor? Do you know how?" Xu Qingshi rolled her eyes at Jiang Yu and asked.
"Do I look like someone who knows how to do this? My dad never taught me either," Jiang Yu said, scratching his head, somewhat puzzled.
"I don't know either, and my father didn't teach me either," Xie Yanzhi said, waving his hands repeatedly.
“My father doesn’t have time to teach me either,” Xu Qingshi said quickly, noticing the two men’s gazes.
"Then let's ignore him," Xie Yanzhi said after thinking for a moment.
The three of them huddled together, chattering away, but they didn't seem to care about Luo Jing'an, which annoyed the little tyrant.
"I told you to come here, can't you understand human language?" Luo Jing'an walked up to the group, slammed his fist on the table, and said with dissatisfaction.
"Who are you calling 'father'?" Xu Qingshi frowned. Was this person being polite?
He may be small, but he's not stupid.
"Where did this country bumpkin come from? How dare he speak to Young Master Luo like that?" Soon, a child stepped forward and said to Xu Qingshi with a proud look on his face.
“He called us country bumpkins? Do we look like country bumpkins?” Jiang Yu laughed in anger upon hearing this.
How could someone call him a country bumpkin when he is the eldest son of the Yongning Marquis's mansion? Who is the real country bumpkin?
The children started fighting in an instant.
You punch me, I kick you.
The fight was incredibly intense.
Although Xu Qingshi, Xie Yanzhi, and Jiang Yu are small, they are also agile.
However, the other side had more people, and the men were soon injured.
When the Master arrived, he was so angry at the sight that he blew his beard and glared at the crowd.
"Stop! Stop it, all of you!"
The teacher had a terrible headache, so he walked away for a while. How did they end up fighting?
Looking at the room full of children, most of them had some bruises on their bodies.
The Master was even angrier; how could he explain this to their families?
“Master, it was these few country bumpkins who started it,” Luo Jing’an said, pointing at Xu Qingshi and the others.
"You're the one who's bullying us because we're new here." Xu Qingshi's eyes widened; he hadn't expected this person to twist the truth like this.
"You...you..." The teacher almost couldn't catch his breath.
Regardless of who makes the first move, they've already made a move.
Thinking of these newcomers, Xu Heming had made up his mind to teach them a lesson.
So they just say he's from an ordinary family.
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