Jiang Xiaobai's brows furrowed tightly upon hearing this.
He was chatting leisurely with Qiongyu, what did these bastards want, coming over to cause trouble?
"Get your dog paws off me," Jiang Xiaobai snorted coldly.
He just couldn't take it anymore, these dogs were really getting too cheeky.
Yet, to them, Jiang Xiaobai's threatening words sounded like the buzzing of a mosquito.
They didn't take him seriously at all, instead, the group burst into boisterous laughter.
The way they looked at the two of them was as if they were watching a clown perform.
"Why did you choose to pretend to be a scribe's apprentice in the first place?"
Qiongyu sighed deeply.
"How would I know these... It's my first time masquerading, and I did a poor job," Jiang Xiaobai also sighed, then stood up.
The city lord's retainer who had grabbed his shoulder was now smirking, "What's the matter, scholar? You seem a bit defiant, don't you?"
