A Fake Is Just a Fake (1)

"Sir Mi, what did that bastard Yao Buqi say?" Shi Songtao, standing outside the door, said indignantly when he saw Mi Ziwen come out.

That bastard Yao Buqi actually dared to look down on me. I, the deputy pavilion master, am the second… third… alright, maybe the fourth person in charge!

In any case, he's just a captive. What right does he have to look down on me?

I'll teach him a lesson sooner or later!

"Let's not talk about that first, Deputy Pavilion Master Shi. Let me ask you. Can we disturb Second Brother's forging?" Mi Ziwen said solemnly.

"If it's really urgent, yes," Shi Songtao said. "Does Yao Buqi truly have important information?"

"Yeah." Mi Ziwen nodded. "Let's go find Second Brother together."

Mi Ziwen headed to the forging room with Shi Songtao.