Capítulo 339: Chapter 8 The Deep Rooted Causes of Headaches_1

"Sit, sit down, make yourself comfortable."

"Just like in a classroom..."

"You know, I've always disliked that sort of pedantry."

Old Yao sat behind his large mahogany desk, organizing the files at hand. He looked up at the young, nervous wizard, tilting his chin slightly. "The medical report from the school's hospital is quite interesting, I suppose we will be studying it for a while... sit."

A leather chair, unable to contain its frustration at being ignored, abruptly darted from behind, bumping into Zheng Qing's knee.

The young scholarship student's knees went weak, and he sat down abruptly.

"Haha...don't mind, the furniture in this room is quite mischievous." Old Yao took a pair of gold-framed round spectacles out of the drawer, put them on his nose, and chuckled.

Zheng Qing tightly gripped the armrests of the leather chair and awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Mischievous my ass!

Damn furniture!

Needs to be put in its place!