35 minutes later…
Feng Xi gingerly sat on a sofa in the spacious living room of Luo Cheng's place, none of her previous cheek and matter-of-fact attitude to be seen anywhere in sight. In fact, she looked as obedient as a little quail as she quietly sat on the plush settee, feet gathered together and hands held in a ladylike posture on her lap.
'Tsk– even lowering her head. She sure is such a paper tiger(1).' Qin Mu sighed in ill humor, seeing this virtuous appearance portrayed by the younger person.
Gone was the previous careless attitude when she faced the two of them. 'Sure enough… there're still mountains bigger than mountains.(2)' Today, for the first time, assistant Qin felt he understood the essence of this particular saying.
Yang Jingshen looked as well-behaved as you could get, but in his heart, he was cursing his bad luck a thousand times over. After all, at this point in time, there was no one other than Feng Xue he'd rather not meet.
