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"Tsck," in the courtyard, Liang Yuening clicked his tongue impatiently. He rubbed his neck and then cast a cold glance at the masked people in black outside.
For two days now, two days ago Dong Huiying had steamed a tray of buns, and while the three of them were having breakfast, this group of people in black surrounded the little courtyard.
But Dong Huiying was very calm; she was initially surprised, but then she composed herself.
However, these past two days, being besieged by the people in black, he, fourth brother, Dong Huiying, and Master Hong—four people trapped in the courtyard—it was indeed very frustrating.
There was a large rock in the courtyard, and Liang Haoming was sitting in front of it, sharpening his knife. The shshsh sound rose as he sharpened faster and faster, the blade getting sharper, but occasionally, his concentration would break and he'd cast a sidelong glance at the people in black outside, his eyes seeming malevolent.
