"So you came to me today because you want me to help you catch that little dog?"
When Zheng Qing saw the grey figure again in Su Shijun's office, he finally gave up any illusions and laid out his 'little trouble,' hoping to get the witch's assistance.
Su Shijun sat behind the office desk, legs crossed and arms folded, looking at the public expense student with an unfriendly gaze: "So all that stuff about Poseidon just now..."
"No, no, no, Poseidon is actually the reason why I came here... and the main reason at that." Zheng Qing immediately swore profusely, insisting that he truly came to discuss the matter of sitting in on Poseidon's college courses next semester — the dog was just a minor issue, and if it hadn't appeared in front of him again, he'd almost forgotten about it.
After a few more oaths, even he himself started to believe that was the truth.
The owner of the office snorted, lightly letting the topic slide.
