Lang Xiao said with an apologetic smile:
"Lord Dong, sorry you had to see that.
This nephew of mine is rather timid. Everyone in my household has their own duties, and he's the only one with nothing to do.
The boy wanted to help me out.
He pestered me until I had no choice but to give him a job as a guard!"
Only then did Dong Ye sheathe his sword and say:
"So that's how it is."
Dong Ye and the others could see just how spineless the young man before them was. They certainly couldn't believe someone like him was capable of anything significant.
Look at that pathetic display-he was a disgrace to men everywhere!
How could someone like the head of the Lang Family have such a nephew? Wasn't he afraid word would get out and tarnish his reputation?
Lang Xiao took a banknote from his sleeve pouch and handed it over.
"Please accept this small token, Lord Dong."
Dong Ye saw it clearly: that was a banknote worth one hundred taels.
His monthly salary was only a few taels of silver. He accepted the banknote without hesitation and waved them on.
"Go on, go on!"
Song Yaoyao still hid timidly behind Lang Xiao. Even after entering the city, she continued following right behind him.
Afraid of arousing suspicion, Song Yaoyao only let her expression return to normal once they were inside the Lang Family Shop.
Lang Xiao looked at Song Yaoyao and said admiringly:
"You're quick-witted, young master."
Song Yaoyao smiled and said:
"You flatter me, Master Lang."
A concern occurred to Song Yaoyao, and she said:
"Master Lang, when you leave, you'll need to find someone with a build similar to mine so they don't notice anything amiss."
The head of the Lang Family nodded