Meng Fuyao retrieved it happily before passing it to the old eunuch. "Sorry for the trouble. A little something from us," she whispered.
The old man straightened his body, raising his arm and exposing his baggy sleeve. Meng Fuyao understood his intention and placed the heavy sack in. The eunuch gave her an admiring glance before turning to Yun Hen. "What a lucky bloke," he commented, before sneaking a quick look at the object in Meng Fuyao's palm. He hinted for them to collect a tray to hold and then follow him.
While Yun Hen appeared calm, he was gripping hard on the tray with both hands. When he saw Meng Fuyao slotting the cylindrical object back into her clothes, he couldn't help but flush. Fortunately, it went unnoticed in the dark night.
Meng Fuyao let out an embarrassed cough and looked up at the sky, once again putting the blame on Zhan Beiye –"Would I have needed this if you hadn't locked my inner energy?"
