Monarch Night

Below the stage, a middle-aged man who appeared to be only thirty-five or thirty-six, held his arms, watching Fang Che walk away.

He chuckled softly, "This kid is quite interesting."

Fang Che made his way to the administrative office and handed over his application for off-campus housing.

Inside was a bald old man who looked up in surprise, "Bought a residence near the Martial Arts Academy?"

He glanced down again and immediately said, "Fang Che?"

Looking up, "Mr. Fang from Bibo City?"

Then, "The Righteous Young Master Fang?"

Finally, "No wonder you’re so rich, no wonder, no wonder, approved."

Duang!

A stamp was placed.