"Your office is quite cool... Are these Refreshing charms all provided by the school?"
Zheng Qing rubbed the goosebumps on his arm, chuckling dryly, his words not having passed through his brain first. He had originally intended to use this opportunity to promote the standard Talisman paper sold in his family's store to liven up the conversation, but the next second, upon seeing Su Shijun's gaze, the boy decisively shut his mouth.
Though not particularly good at speaking, he still had enough sense to know when to be silent.
"Do you have business here today?" Su Shijun asked, eyes lowered, pronouncing each word clearly, with the Feather Pen in her hand bent into an alarming curve. Zheng Qing thought he could hear the pen screaming shrilly.
The Warlock didn't know where he had misspoken, but he knew he needed to do something to make up for his previous faux pas. Otherwise, not only would his request for help go unresolved, but it would also bring him new trouble.
"Poseidon!"
