After a few days of labor, Xia Liu had almost finished cleaning the houses and courtyard of this large estate.
Moved by the story he told Murong Yan, he no longer had to sleep in the woodshed; instead, he moved into a better room.
Lying on the bed, Xia Liu pondered whether or not to go out and explore other places tonight.
"Damn it! Just go!"
Resolutely, Xia Liu got up and stealthily headed toward the back mountain under the cover of night.
Leaving through the main gate was definitely not a good idea, so Xia Liu planned to leave from the back of the courtyard.
If he were caught at the time, he had a way to handle it.
He would just say he wanted to escape from here.
Murong Yan would certainly not suspect anything.
However, just as Xia Liu was about to climb over the wall to leave, he unexpectedly heard faint sobs.
Hmm?
Curious, Xia Liu followed the direction of the sobs to trace their source.
Finally, in a secluded corner, he saw a figure.
The person crying was Xiaowu!
