Chapter 3279
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Before she left, Aunt Qing told Feng Wu that if anyone dared to bully her, they could go to the logistics department and she wouldn't feed them.
Feng Wu thanked Aunt Qing with a smile.
After Aunt Qing left, Feng Wu asked Master Wang curiously, "What's Aunt Qing's background? I don't think Wu can do anything to her. "
Wang Zhiheng didn't know Feng Wu that well, but the girl was eager to talk to him.
Before he realized it, he was already talking to Feng Wu normally.
Master Wang asked, "You don't know?"
Feng Wu said, "I don't."
Master Wang said, "Isn't she taking good care of you? Don't you know each other well? "
Feng Wu said, "Of course not. I just came in today and it's the first time Aunt Qing has seen me. Taking good care of me … Is it because I'm so cute?"
Master Wang was speechless.
To be honest, the girl was indeed cute. One look at her would brighten anyone's mood, as if the room was bathed in sunshine.
This little girl might as well be called Little Jiaoyang.
Perhaps some little girls were born to be loved. Master Wang thought to himself.
"Do you know the director of the magic equipment department?" Master Wang asked.
Feng Wu said, "Yes. I heard that he's in seclusion right now."
Master Wang said, "The director's surname is Qing."
Feng Wu covered her mouth. "So, Aunt Qing is actually the director's wife?"
Master Wang nodded.
Feng Wu said, "She doesn't look like it at all."
The director of the magic equipment department was directly under Principal Xu and was on the same level as the head of Dongfang and Helian.
But Aunt Qing looked like a steamed bun, chubby, and a little intimidating … Was she the director's wife? Feng Wu found it hard to believe.
Master Wang told Feng Wu, "It's a complicated story. You can ask Aunt Qing about it when you have time."
He didn't want to gossip.
Feng Wu nodded.
Even Master Wang himself had no idea that after this small interlude, the distance between him and Feng Wu had grown a lot closer. He no longer felt as distant and distant as when they had just met.
After all, he was in charge of Imperial College and Yang Zhihu's brother. Feng Wu had to be on his good side.
Master Wang asked Feng Wu, "What level are you at?"
Feng Wu answered honestly, "Level 8."
Master Wang frowned and stared at Feng Wu. "Tell me the truth!"
Little Feng Wu was really vexed. She was telling the truth every time, but everyone thought she was bluffing. Sigh, it was so hard for her.
Feng Wu said earnestly, "That's the truth."
Master Wang's face darkened.
He had a good impression of Feng Wu, for she was a pretty girl with sparkling eyes. He hadn't expected her to be so … pompous!
Since she was Yang Zhihu's student, she was also Wang Zhiheng's student. He had to discipline her well!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Tuk tuk tuk —
Master Wang said, "Come in."
It was Grandmaster Yang's apprentice, Mo Ziming.
"Master." Mo Ziming didn't even look at Feng Wu when he came in. He picked up a board full of words and asked Master Wang, "The words on this board won't move. I've checked it ten times, but … it still won't work."
Mo Ziming frowned in bewilderment.
Mo Ziming's set of inscriptions was to be engraved on the formation. It was to be used by Elder level cultivators, so it couldn't be sloppy.
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