Lin Yuan watched with cold eyes as Lin Yongle was dragged away like a dead dog by the constables, snorted coldly, picked up her stuff, and turned to leave. Liuzi's table had been destroyed; she had to go find Liuzi and compensate him with some silver.
"Hey, you little wretch! I kindly saved you, and you just walk away without a word? Is this how you treat your savior?" Xia Zheng stepped in front of Lin Yuan, blocking her path. His wrist was still aching. This girl, with her venomous mouth and heart, had been gloriously protected by him. Shouldn't she be sobbing and clinging to his legs, begging him to take her in? And then he would disdainfully push her away, only for her to come crawling back, crying desperately with pleas of willingly being a slave or maid rather than leaving him—yes, that's the normal reaction of a woman.
