Master Zhu? Zhu Mingjing?
Li Qingyao's lips twitched.
She really couldn't connect Zhu Mingjing with the swindling master.
As if seeing what she was thinking, Madam Li glanced at her disdainfully, "You must not disrespect Master Zhu. The gods and Buddha are watching from above. Just look at Jiao Mei, who didn't listen to Master Zhu and disrespect him, and now she's really in trouble. You have no idea how miserable she looked, crying and weeping in front of Master Zhu."
Li Qingyao was caught between laughter and tears. "Mom, I'm the kind of student who can score full marks in college, and this kind of feudal superstition is just cultural dregs. Save it for yourself. But I didn't expect her to look very gentle and cultured, but turns out to be a big swindler behind the scenes. Indeed, you can't judge a book by its cover."
Madam Li slapped her on the back and scolded, "Phooey! Forget what you just said and don't disrespect Master Zhu."