You rascal, stop right there!

Although I listened to Ah Yan praising his master, but this is not the point! ?

Bai Wan had no choice but to say, "I want you to tell me where he is from and how he ended up in Baiyun City!"

"Fallen?!" A Yan looked at Bai Wan somewhat unnaturally.

What kind of weird description is this?

The Lord is clearly here on official business.

He really didn't know what to say, after all, this matter concerned national affairs!

Thinking of this, Ah Yan pretended to be serious and said, "The master is from Caizhou. He came to Baiyun City... to... to work."

Ling Shumo, who was behind the door, almost couldn't help but utter a sound when he heard this.

Bai Wan asked in astonishment: "He is also a worker?"

Could it be that he was deceived by human traffickers and entered Baihua Pavilion because he was too naive?

No wonder Wa Zi looked so unnatural when he watched the opera that day.

Ah Yan nodded firmly: "The master received the letter and came to Baiyun City for his future."

Then, Ah Yan was like a colander. He talked about Hu Huaba's hobbies bit by bit. From the places he traveled to his eating habits, he listed everything in detail.

Ling Shumo, who was standing behind the door, repeatedly resisted the urge to raise his white fan.

Bai Wan was filled with gratitude and secretly remembered all of this in her heart. She even worshipped Ah Yan deeply from beginning to end.

"Thank you, these things are very useful to me!" Bai Wan exclaimed in admiration.

Then he asked, "What should I do on my first day at work?"

Ah Yan was stunned for a moment: "Master... there are many paintings hanging in the study, maybe they need to be sorted out?"

It was very difficult to speak each word clearly.

"Okay!" Bai Wan patted his shoulder.

Although it is impossible for a ruffian to work, as long as he knows his own life experience, everything will be worth it.

He walked quickly away with a clear conscience.

Meanwhile, Ling Shumo watched the debtor leaving from afar, standing in front of the door with a serious look in his eyes.

"Ayan! You seemed to have good literary talent just now!" He chuckled at the man in black in front of him.

When A Yan heard the adults calling him, he couldn't hide his guilty feeling.

He said casually, "Sir, you are in disguise this time. I really cannot reveal your identity. I have no choice but to go along with him! Those things are all made up, and I absolutely do not mean to offend you, Sir!"

Ling Shumo smiled bitterly: "I know! But since he misunderstood, let's just follow his preference!"

Today, Bai Wan can no longer recognize Yu Lian, her former favorite, or the inscriptions she had written. Even the accountant seems a stranger...

From this we can see that before knowing the cause of this person's amnesia, no matter what you say, it will only make him feel stressed.

Recognizing each other is not necessarily a good thing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, Ah Yan whispered, "Sir, I discovered one more thing. His right thumb was deliberately cut off, and it has become disabled. He can only draw seals with his left hand."

Hearing this, Ling Shumo showed a hint of helplessness, and the folding fan in his hand unconsciously clenched.

All I heard was a very sad voice coming from his mouth: "I know!"

"Sir, do you know?" A Yan asked curiously.

He suddenly looked at the man's back. He could tell from his right hand when he first saw him in Baihua Pavilion.

However, for literati, ten fingers are as valuable as gold and jade, especially for talented people who are fond of calligraphy, painting and writing.

Brother Yuebai has a beautiful handwriting and has copied countless calligraphy works over the years. Even a kitchen worker rarely touches his calligraphy, so it is hard to imagine that there would be such a flaw.

He was not sure whether Bai Wan could accept that the vigorous writing he once did had become so incomplete...