Mingshi Yin bowed and said, "Please forgive me, master. I lost my composure for a moment."
Lu Zhou glanced at Mingshi Yin before he shifted his gaze to Zhao Yu's bloody forehead. He said, "The blood ginseng and the snow lotus are so precious, but you actually entrusted them to another person."
Zhao Yu said, annoyed at himself, "If I knew this would happen, even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't have given it to him. The more I hope that something like this doesn't happen, the more likely it'll happen. It was like this previously as well!"
"Previously?"
As the saying went, 'Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me'.
Mingshi Yin felt speechless. He turned around; he could not be bothered to look at Zhao Yu.
"They were also natural treasures… Medicinal herbs," Zhao Yu said in a small voice.
Lu Zhou nodded slightly. "Two things: one, summon that person with the surname Xi to see me; two, bring me to your mother."
