He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Zhao Yang: "Who is it?"

Qu Yi: "A person who understands the law and is eloquent."

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed, and after a long silence, he said, "I do know one."

Qu Yi, unsuspecting, asked directly, "Reliable?"

"reliable."

"it is good."

Zhao Yang was somewhat pleased that she didn't press him or raise any doubts, but he was also even more puzzled.

She seemed to trust him a lot.

Why is this?

Zhao Yang was taking her to meet his subordinate from his previous life, who was now a like-minded friend.

While she was out the other day, he didn't stay idle. Instead, he went to see some acquaintances. Although they didn't recognize him now, he knew how to approach them and gain their trust after spending so much time together.

“He is my friend. When we meet, how should I introduce you?” he asked.

I'm a few years older than you.

“Then… Sister?” A glint of light flashed in Zhao Yang’s eyes as he caught Qu Yi’s expression out of the corner of his eye.

She paused, her red lips pursed slightly, and her expression didn't change much, but Zhao Yang could feel that her whole aura relaxed, even carrying a hint of pleasure.

"Ah."

Want to be his older sister?

Zhao Yang lowered his eyelashes, casting shadows that concealed the undercurrents in his eyes.

Qu Yi had never met Zhao Yang's friend before, but judging from his attire and demeanor...

He really doesn't seem like a scholar.

The man had narrow eyes that gave him a somewhat sinister and cunning look, but he spoke very politely and courteously, which was extremely inconsistent with his appearance.

"Don't worry, sister. With me here, we'll definitely win."

Qu Yi raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this form of address.

Zhao Yang, standing beside Qu Yi, darkened his face.

While Qu Yi wasn't paying attention, Zhao Yang whispered to the boy who was dressed maturely but was actually only seventeen years old, "Don't shout."

What are you shouting about?

Zhu Mo was somewhat confused.

After Zhao Yang left with Qu Yi, he only realized what had happened when he saw their backs.

...I can't even call you "sister," you're so stingy.

He was the one who said it belonged to his sister.

What's wrong with me calling out once?!

*

Qu Yi originally thought Zhu Mo was just an ordinary person, until the prefect, dressed in official robes, sent his clerk over to talk to him, his face subtly showing his flattery.

Therefore, I glanced at Zhu Mo a few more times.

Zhao Yang glanced at Zhu Mo, then at Qu Yi, his thin lips pursed slightly.

The case was heard quickly; with Zhu Mo's silver tongue, it was a sure thing.

Foreman Liu was ordered to return the wages, and he was also ordered to cover half of Zhao Yang's medical expenses.

As for why it's half?

That's because one of the foreman's brothers had some connections with the prefect, and he must have paid money for it. The prefect had agreed readily, but then Zhu Mo appeared, and he suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

Qu Yi didn't want to cause Zhu Mo unnecessary trouble, and besides, she wasn't short of money. After Foreman Liu was beaten, she simply compromised and let him pay half.

Qu Yi thought Zhu Mo was going to accept the prefect's invitation, but after he said a few words, he came out and said he wanted to go back with the two of them.

There wasn't much food at home, and Qu Yi wanted to ask Tianxianglou to make some to take back, but Zhao Yang said it wasn't necessary, as Zhu Mo liked roast meat.

Back home, Qu Yi began searching for a bow and arrow.

Zhao Yang asked, "What are you looking for?"

Qu Yi: "Bow and arrow, I remember you have one."

Zhao Yang: "Why are you looking for a bow and arrow?"

Qu Yi glanced at him: "Doesn't Zhu Mo like barbecue? Let's go hunting."

"Miss Qu is going hunting? What a heroine!" Zhu Mo exclaimed.

"I'll go, you're at home." Zhao Yang snatched the bow and arrow.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet."

"It's nothing serious." Zhao Yang took a few steps, then turned back. "Are you afraid I'll become lame?"

Qu Yi remained silent.

Zhao Yang then asked, "Would you find it objectionable?"

Qu Yi frowned slightly and shook her head.

Zhao Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be crippled."