Wenren Jie sat on a stool cushioned with a mat, managing to give the shabby roadside tea stall an air of a lavish palace.
He slightly lowered his eyelids, looking at Zi Yi with a reserved air, and said lightly, "Hmm, not bad! Zi Yi is indeed very well-behaved!"
Behind him, the newly appointed maids and guards all displayed arrogant, satisfied expressions.
Yet Zi Yi was completely oblivious, her head slightly raised, her posture humble, with eyes brimming with infatuation.
A few disciples of the New Beggar Gang standing behind him couldn't endure such humiliation and jumped out to denounce:
"Pavilion Master Wenren, isn't this a bit too dismissive?"
Wenren Jie ignored these New Beggar Gang disciples and simply uttered a light "hmm."
Although soft, the sound carried threads of dissatisfaction.
With just that single syllable, no other words were necessary; Zi Yi once again lowered her head, maintaining a humble kneeling posture.
