Li Xing'an took a broom and swept outside the courtyard gate, then inside the courtyard gate.
He wasn't truly sweeping the ground.
He was waiting for those people to come to him, to ask for his help.
After a short while, they arrived.
Li Xing'an feigned just happening to look up, saw them, appeared stunned, and said with surprise, "You…"
"Third Young Master, don't you recognize our family?" On horseback, Eunuch An, who was bleeding quite a bit, called out to Li Xing'an with a face full of smiles.
"Third Young Master? You… oh, turns out it's Eunuch An." Li Xing'an, holding the broom, nodded shallowly at Eunuch An and smiled slightly without much enthusiasm, "What brings you here, Eunuch An?"
What brings you here?
Are you blind? Can't you see the blood on our family?
Eunuch An was so angry that his vision turned dark. After a year, this Li Xing'an was still so cunning and unlikable.
He was in pain and angry but couldn't speak.
