Shen Jianian felt it would be untrue to say her heart wasn't a little disappointed, but she harbored no grievance against Yan Qiusheng. Everyone has different standards in their hearts, which should be respected.
Yan Qiusheng looked at the young girl in front of him with her head slightly bowed, and with a hint of apology, he repeated, "Sorry, I don't have the energy to take on an apprentice."
"You don't need to apologize. I'm already very happy just to see you again." Shen Jianian gave a gentle smile, showing her understanding.
"Mr. Yan, are you really not going to reconsider?" Fu Jichen didn't look at him, lowering his gaze and turning the teacup in his hand.
Yan Qiusheng was silent, looking at him with an assessing gaze, unsure if Mr. Fu's question was a threat or an inquiry. Because the expression on his face was really hard to read—deep, serious, as if hiding some calculations, unreasonably chilling.
