Mo Heng's lips curled slightly.
Pei Qin shot him a disdainful glance and walked away.
Feng Wei returned from outside and, seeing the smile still lingering on his lips, his eyes flickered, "Young Master!" he whispered urgently into his ear, "Will the Young Master see them or not?"
Mo Heng's expression suddenly turned cold as he put away the manuscript of the dictionary of characters, and said in a frosty voice, "Since they've come, let's meet them."
Feng Wei was somewhat worried. The Young Master had been cold to everyone before, but now toward Pei Qin, there was a change... However, the Young Master's eyes would soon heal, and then they would leave this place! He agreed, and when the night fell completely, he brought two handsome and imposing men into the workshop.
When Pei Qin set up her stall in the market the next day, she saw those two men and shot dagger glances at them. Weren't they afraid of assassins? Yet here they were, swaggering around the market having a meal.
