Flower Thief (VII)

"All right, I hear you. Be quiet before the whole neighborhood does, too."

Feng Jin was almost furious when Jiang Pengji hopped up, stepped on a wall, then bounced to the top of it. Her companion was clinging, embarrassed, and looking at her as his body trembled. His gaze was like knives directed at her.

It was a stain on his life that he foolishly believed that Jiang Pengji could be trusted for once!

Feng Jin regretted his decisions and wished he could travel back in time to wake the naïve him up.

"Master, we apologize for our intrusion. Huaiyu and I climbed in for a reason," Jiang Pengji explained with a smile, saving Feng Jin as she entered.

On the side of the wall stood a couple of servants and a man in his thirties. His shape resembled a resolute pine tree; his clothing was plain; his beard was tidily cut and combed; and his dark eyes examined Jiang Pengji doubtfully.