Zong Zhengxi lost to three different households all by himself, losing to the point of doubting his own existence.
After the painful experience of squatting in jail for dining and dashing last time, Zong Zhengxi finally learned to carry silver with him when leaving the house.
But before his silver could even warm up his pockets, it was all taken by the Old Madam, the Miao King, and Liu Qingyun.
"Three grown adults bullying one child, does that make you proud?"
Lu Yuan's stern voice abruptly rang out from the doorway.
Zong Zhengxi grabbed onto him as if clutching at a lifeline: "Lu Yuan!"
The Old Madam's eyes darted cunningly, and she immediately shifted the blame to the Miao King: "It was him!"
The Miao King's body stiffened, looking outraged: "Why is it me? Clearly, it was this ungrateful girl!"
He pointed indignantly at Liu Qingyun, who was standing to the side.