"Young Master Ya, who are you calling a thief?" Ye Anqi stared at him, "Do I look like a thief to you?"
Ya Shitian glanced at her indifferently, "I'm not familiar with you, it's possible to know one's face but not one's heart."
"But I know there's a mole on your butt!"
Ya Shitian: "..."
Fortunately, they were conversing in Lanxi language now, and the guards couldn't understand.
However, Mo Shisan, who had come with them, could understand.
Ya Shitian's face remained expressionless, showing not a trace of embarrassment.
"If Miss Ye maintains this attitude, I don't think there's anything I can do to help you."
"Alright, my mistake." Ye Anqi instantly admitted her fault, "Young Master Ya, you are magnanimous. Surely you will forgive my indiscretion."
"What if I don't forgive you?"
"Then what would it take for you to forgive me?"
"Tell me, what is your purpose in approaching me?"
"Fine, I'll tell you."
