While thinking, Bai Lun looked at Ruan Mian with a troubled expression, opening his mouth as if he had something to say.
Ruan Mian understood his intention and spoke first, "Since this person has been kind to you, it wouldn't hurt to spare his miserable life out of respect for your benefactor."
Considering Li Mao's current state of fright, death might instead be a relief.
Ruan Mian had plenty of ways to continue tormenting him.
Otherwise, how could he repay that venomous heart?
So, on the surface, Ruan Mian did Bai Lun a favor, yet the next moment the boy unexpectedly showed a relieved smile and turned to speak a few words to the servant behind him that Ruan Mian did not understand.
Shortly after, the person came over with a wooden box.
He opened the lid and handed it to Ruan Mian.
"This is a thousand-year-old ginseng from within Longchang Mountain. Because of my personal fondness, I didn't kill the man outright. Consider this as compensation between you and me."
