Brother Ye thought for a moment before speaking, "In command of the operations of the Dragon Fang gang, he seems just like a scholar in daily life, but in the heat of battle, even with a blade at his throat, he remains as calm as ever."
"I haven't seen that," Lu Jianxi said.
Brother Ye's water was finally ready—it was something he had prepared for Nan Feng. The servants at the Yamen were not enough, and the one who usually attended him had been sent to the imperial doctor. So he came in person to fetch it. After filling the container with water, he turned back to Lu Jianxi, "I think Dragon San is a man worthy of your trust. If you really like him, you should seize the moment and not let the opportunity slip away."
Lu Jianxi's face flushed red, "Brother Ye, stop making fun of me. I was just casually asking."
After all, Dragon San had not even spoken to her.
…
It wasn't until the fourth day that Lu Jianxi left home early in the morning.
