"Aw, this sheet's wasted!"
Jiang Yingcheng took the initiative to replace it with a fresh sheet of rice paper, then muttered when she got a clear look at the writing, "Mm... so ugly."
The bandit doing the writing: "..."
Did you even hear yourself?! Was that something a decent person would say?!
No, wait.
"Y-you just said..." The bandit's voice was strained. "What was in whose hands?!"
Jiang Yingcheng blinked and repeated, "Your daughter is in my hands."
The bandit doing the writing: "..."
Was it that he hadn't heard her clearly?!
He hadn't dared to hear her clearly!!
The bandit pressed into service tossed the brush aside, every hair on his body standing on end. "Don't get me killed!"
Though he hadn't spent much time with them, it was enough for him to see plenty of problems!
This little girl was lively and cheerful, seemingly no different from any ordinary family's child, but every servant following her possessed extraordinary skills. Pick any one of them, and they could beat every bandit here into the ground.
A child like this must come from an incredibly powerful family.
He had no desire to provoke such a behemoth over a single letter!
Jiang Yingcheng froze, then good-naturedly picked up the brush and offered it to him again. "Don't throw a tantrum."
She tried to persuade him with reason. "O-once you finish writing, we can leave. You don't want Chengcheng's Uncles staying here forever either, right?"
Xu Jiu gave a well-timed snort and tensed every muscle in his body.
The bandit: "..."
Was that a threat?!
That was a threat, wasn't it?!
"I'm not writing it." The bandit refused the brush the little girl offered and rolled his eyes at her. "Once you leave, your family's hired muscle will arrive, and there might