Jishi Hall, the front hall.
An Jing glanced at his comic book, feeling somewhat puzzled. He had a habit of marking the page he was reading by slightly folding the corner, but today he couldn't find that folded corner.
Could someone have touched my book?
Just then, a lively little black puppy scampered in, followed by Tan Yun carrying a wooden basin.
"Tan Yun, did you touch my things?"
An Jing asked casually.
"No...not at all."
Tan Yun tensed up inside, trying to appear nonchalant. "Young Master, aside from your clothes, I wouldn't dare touch your things."
An Jing nodded. Tan Yun indeed had never rummaged through his things, which made him turn his gaze towards the puppy that was now acting cute.
Could it be this little thing?
That comic book is somewhat indecent after all. If one day it gets dragged out by this little thing, that could spell trouble.
"You wretched creature, if you dare to mess with my things again, I'll stew you."
