Crack.
The long bench beneath the sickly young master's butt shook as he stood up smoothly and glanced behind him.
"Miss Yingying, what do you want to discuss?"
Yingying was stunned and could not react for a moment.
"Let's go. The backyard is in this direction, right?"
The sickly young master took her hand and seized Qiao'er with the other. Under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd, he walked away with the two ladies.
It was all very natural.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
"Stop!"
Old Ghostface finally came back to his senses.
"+(Retained, Passive Points)+1."
Xu Xiaoshou stopped but he did not turn around. He raised his folding fan and waved it as he drawled.
"I'm not afraid of you, I know that your boss isn't around and I can't be bothered to bully you."
"If you stop me again, my guard would not be so polite."