"Master, we've arrived at the inn!"
Li Qingmu had been tussling with the young boy in the carriage for quite a while when Wang Qi's ingratiating voice came from outside.
This guy is quite something, showing strong eagerness to please despite Li Qingmu's repeated cold shoulder. This... is quite admirable!
Li Qingmu got off the carriage, conveniently lifted the boy up, and checked into the inn together.
"Let go of me, let go of me, help—mmpf!"
The boy struggled several times, even tried to shout some unsavory words, but Li Qingmu was quicker, directly sealing his mouth.
"Mmph mmph—"
The boy glared at Li Qingmu in indignation, his gaze seemingly saying he wanted to kill him.
Li Qingmu paid no mind, removed the cloth from his mouth, and presented a box of freshly delivered dumplings: "Want some? These are my wife's favorite snacks."
