C1009 You're Wrong

Ye Fan curled his lips.

He really knew how to flatter people.

If Zhao Wuji didn't say anything, his poems would be useless.

Once someone praised him, the world would immediately change. This was the reality.

"Kid, Ye Fan, greet the dean."

After knowing the other party's identity, he couldn't help but respect him.

After all, he still had to ask for his divination.

No matter what