The old man did not answer but just stood there hunched over between him and Olian.
"Teacher, are you okay?" Olian hurried back from the manager's desk, holding the old man by the arm and asking worriedly.
The old man smiled and with a husky, hoarse voice, he waved his hand, "Do not worry, I am not as fragile as you think."
"Sir, you do not have to worry." A light flashed on Ray's head. Sui Xiong cast a spell to cover the area and came out. "I didn't mean to put Olian in a disadvantageous position, but I really want to make her the viscount of the next generation."
"Oh, which god?" The old man raised his head. On the wrinkled face, there were a pair of bright eyes that had a completely different look from the rest of him. He looked at Sui Xiong without fear, while his sharp eyes made Ray feel like he had been scratched.
After a long time, the old man lowered his head again and hid his sharp eyes.