C198 Lightning bolt

"Noble Heir Su, what do you mean?"

Ji Shaoyang asked with a frown, but Su Changqing only stared downwards. The expression on his face did not change, and naturally he did not reply. Hearing what was said, a flash of light flashed past the bottom of An Su's eyes, and the shallow arc on the corner of his mouth deepened.

As expected of the youngest Imperial Tutor in the history of Great Ye