Zheng Xiu thought about it and figured that made sense.
If Ruchen's master didn't know what was good for him... ahem, or rather, if he was inflexible, well, Zheng Xiu wasn't a stick-in-the-mud either.
To be able to secretly steal the waist token from Feng Bei's hip twice in a row, this Chu Susu really had some skill.
"I'm sorry, Sister Feng Bei, I…"
Chu Susu returned the "Upper Three" waist token to Feng Bei, about to offer a polite apology.
But Feng Bei just smiled and extended a palm.
The wind from her palm whistled as it struck the low wall.
CRUMBLE—
Where the palm wind passed, it was like an invisible blade, instantly carving the hole Zheng Xiu had kicked in the wall into a perfectly square and smooth doorframe.
"It's fine. This time, I forgive you." Feng Bei slowly hung the waist token back on her hip and nodded emphatically.
The implication was clear: don't let there be a next time.
Or else you'd end up like that doorway.
Zheng Xiu fell silent and turned to look.
