Grandma Shi walked out of the villa with the Golden Sword on her back.
"Ye Changqing, I really never knew you had such a fussy, dithering side," she said scornfully. "If I were Wen Xingtian, I would probably have struck long ago... that mouth of yours really needs sewing shut!"
At the sight of Yu Jiaren, Ye Changqing's eyes lit up. "Sister-in-law, you're going along?"
"Of course."
Ye Changqing caught Grandma Shi by the arm. "Wonderful. Come, let me go over the precautions with you... there are some things I'm afraid Zuo Xiaoduo won't take to heart, young as he is. You're an old hand; you understand..."
"..."
Grandma Shi's expression changed. With a whoosh, she shot into the air, as swift as lightning.
She vanished on the spot.
I wouldn't dare listen anymore. I already listened for ages just now. Are you really going to force me to get rough?
There's something seriously wrong with this Ye Changqing. Does he think Hidden Dragon High Martial is holding a general assembly?
That he can stand onstage and babble on without end?
And force everyone to listen, whether they like it or not?!
Zuo Xiaoduo hurried through the city, making his way to the slums.
He casually scattered a string of coins, then gave instructions of this sort and that...
After that, over a hundred beggars left the city separately through its four gates, while Zuo Xiaoduo himself quietly entered a shop. Who knew what he was up to...
A good while later, a fragrant little pink car started up.
A tall, fashionable young lady sat in the driver's seat, driving at her leisure, her long skirt flowing and her perfume wafting.
She had a shapely figure and delicate features. Her chest, in particular, bulged as though she had stuffed