Nine years old-only a year older than A-Wu...
Wang Yang finished reading the four contracts, his finger pausing on the paper. After a few breaths, he looked up with a delighted expression:
"Perfect. My household happens to be short a few young servants. Thank you, Brother Xiao."
With that, he moved to tuck the contracts into his sleeve.
Xiao Hong said urgently:
"Hey! When did I say-"
"Hmm?"
Wang Yang tilted his head slightly and gave Xiao Hong a displeased look, like a boss catching an underling saying something he shouldn't.
Xiao Hong's blood pressure shot straight to the crown of his head! Even the veins on his forehead began to throb faintly! Yet he had no choice but to swallow the humiliation and bear the burden, clenching his teeth to force back the mouthful of aggrieved blood that threatened to spurt out.
He stepped beside Wang Yang, lowered his voice, and spoke quickly:
"Brother Wang, I was in the wrong earlier. Once this is over, I'll certainly make amends. If it's convenient, could we step aside for a word?"
To placate Wang Yang, Xiao Hong humbled himself for once. He knew a public apology would work better, but he simply couldn't sacrifice his pride, so he promised to make amends afterward.
Wang Yang followed Xiao Hong aside, smiling amiably:
"Those were trifles. What is there to make amends for? As long as you don't take them to heart, Brother Xiao."
Xiao Hong insisted:
"I must make amends! I'll send you four beautiful maids shortly, Brother Wang, each one tender, charming, and lovely!"
Wang Yang smiled:
"You're too kind, Brother Xiao! There's no need for beautiful maids-"
"There is, there is! It's a small token of my goodwill!"
"I appreciate the goodwill, but spare me the beautiful maids-"
"Now you're