Su Qingyue's indifferent voice spoke calmly, "From now on, you need not go to the town to work as a helper, Xiao Yishan. I am the one who pays your wages, and you begged me for a meal. Let's spare ourselves the future talk of you helping me build a career. That's a favor I can't afford to owe. Yinzhu, in a moment, settle Xiao Yishan's wages with him."
Xiao Yishan's spine stiffened, but he still took long strides back to his own home.
The room still lingered with the musky scent of men and women in pleasure, and Xiao Yishan's face turned blacker than charcoal.
"Brother Xiao, so all this time, you've been working for Su Qingyue..." Li Rong'er recalled a night when she saw him with fifty taels of silver, which was given by Qingyue for helping Yuchuan.
