"If I say your master is innocent, Little Fatty, will you believe me?"
Jiang Lin gazed out the window. A gentle breeze brushed his hair, and the hem of his robe fluttered softly. Seen from the side, his weathered eyes actually held a trace of sorrow and ethereal grace.
Jiang Lin truly had not expected that he had only robbed someone of her clothes at the time. How had it turned into robbing her of her chastity?
All right, he indeed should not have robbed someone of her Daoist Robe.
Besides, he had indeed been harboring a bit of wishful thinking at the time. He had thought they would never meet again, so he had snatched a set of clothes and run, then disguised himself as a Daoist to hide his identity and gone to Ten Thousand Mile City...
Still, you could say that I robbed you of your clothes, but you couldn't falsely accuse me of losing my innocence...
Come to think of it, after robbing someone of her clothes, he did not have much innocence left...
But Jiang Lin felt that this matter had to be clarified. Otherwise, he really would become a Flower-Picking Thief...
Little Fatty was also somewhat troubled.
Naturally, he believed his teacher. After all, his teacher's wives were much prettier than that Daoist Nun from the Jade Heart Sect. But the problem was that believing him was useless...
That Leng Bingqing girl already wanted to chop his teacher into a human stick...
Besides, why had his teacher robbed someone of her clothes for no reason?
"Sir, you can't go up there! Sir, you can't! There are guests inside. Ah, sir..."
Just as Jiang Lin and Qian Xiaopang were both terribly vexed, wondering how to resolve the matter, the nervous voice of the waiter suddenly