"Seventh One…..." Old Grand Madame frowned but kept her cool in the presence of Di Mo Xuan.
Ye Tian Kuang who was aching in numbness for standing too long could no longer concealed the displeasure on his face: "Ye Qing Luo, don't be wilful! It is a must to pay two hundred gold coins for the registration, don't tell me you want Yu er to be like you and dropout of school?"
Ye Qing Luo laughed lightly and coyly replied in her sweet voice: "It was little Yu's own hard work to make it into the school and has nothing to do with the Ye's."
She opened up her feather fan and like a dancing butterfly, she had rapidly flew toward Ye Feng Yu.
There was a clanging sound.
Her fan had hit the coin bag and it coincidentally dropped over to Madame Yuchi's body.
Ye Qing Luo stretched her fingers as the fan did a swirl before landing right into her palms.
"Let's go, Little Yu."