"In here, there are not just teachers, but also students. My brother's classmates and his seniors, his mentors." Jun Ye pondered carefully, his mind already whirring with calculations as he spoke, "I think, this incident should be considered a misunderstanding, and there's no need to mete out particular punishment to those few people."
"Lu Ke?" The other party was quite shocked.
Jun Ye wasn't like Jesus, who could turn the other cheek after being slapped. If you dared slap his face, he was the type to cut your throat with a knife.
"Do you think this is just about someone wanting to mess with my brother? If they really wanted to mess with my brother, a wallet would be too petty." Jun Ye spoke flippantly, though his words made one restless, "I certainly don't want to turn me and my brother into fools, used by others as tools for their own schemes."
