"You trust my elder sister that much?" Ye Qing Luo puckered her lips, her sight drooped struggling over on the wooden token on her waist.
It looked like she was doing her final combat.
"I am only doing what a vice president shall do."
Ye Qing Luo's fingers curled closely as she approached Liu Xue Yue, using a voice that only the both of them could hear: "Are you afraid Ye Qing Qian is long aware that we are not on good terms and is making use of you to suppress my arrogance?"
Liu Xue Yue remained cool and snorted: "Does she have the guts?"
The faculty council's status could be regarded as under one but above everyone else.
Ye Qing Qian might be the eldest missy of the Three Spring Sect, but she would also have to follow the rules of the Academy obediently.
It was natural for her to be afraid of offending the faculty council.
Lie to her? Was it possible?