"Excessive?" Si Fuqing pinched her wrist, as if she had an epiphany, "Oh, what can you do to me?"
"You...!" Feng Zhaoyi trembled all over with anger, her eyes brimming with tears.
She had never seen someone as brazen and shameless as Si Fuqing, who had clearly hit someone and yet could still act so self-righteous.
But she really had no alternative.
Feng Zhaoyi also knew that during military training, Si Fuqing hadn't even exerted her full strength.
Unable to stay any longer, Feng Zhaoyi hurriedly left with Madam Feng.
"Remember my words." Si Fuqing turned back to look at Old Master Yu, who seemed frozen, smiling as she warned, "If I see you bullying him again, be careful on your night walks."
Shang Lu's eyes lit up again: "Miss Si, should I prepare the sack?"
It felt quite good under a moonless, windy night.
"You may prepare it." Si Fuqing hummed in agreement, "Let's go."
Shang Lu, carrying the gift for the Feng family, followed behind Si Fuqing.