Chu Feifeng's face turned pale. "Little Seven, what should we do?"
Wei Ting said calmly, "Don't panic yet. We'll deal with whatever comes our way."
Chu Feifeng nodded worriedly.
Wei Ting said, "Slap me again."
Chu Feifeng feinted and slapped Wei Ting. It looked intense, but it was actually weak.
Wei Ting was sent flying and fell heavily on Wei Liulang.
Wei Liulang, who had been used as a scapegoat, was speechless.
Chu Feifeng snorted. "On account of the City Lord, I won't argue with you! Go back and practice your martial arts!"
Wei Ting and Wei Liulang got up in a sorry state.
In the eyes of the servants, the two of them had slipped away so quickly. They must have gone to complain to the Palace Lord of the Hundred Flowers Palace.
"How useless."
"That's right. Second Young Master can't even defeat a steward."
Chu Feifeng watched the two of them leave with a solemn expression.
