Pies fell from the sky, succulent pies stuffed with fatty meat.
At such a delightful turn of events, three men rubbed their hands together in eagerness, their eyes glinting with a faint green wolfish glow as they slowly made their way toward the direction of the bed pit.
Xu Manqing trembled all over, grasping her clothes and retreating to the corner above the pit, her resentful gaze filled with tearful hatred staring at Lu Fengxuan, wishing she could flay her alive.
Just then.
"—Hold it!" Lu Fengxuan suddenly raised her hand and interrupted.
The three underlings halted at the sound, glared at her, then looked back at the Wolf Eagle, awaiting his command.
Xu Manqing's heart quivered, biting her lip and unable to resist showing weakness, she wept and begged:
"Madam Yu, I was wrong, please show mercy and let me off..."
Her cries at this moment were partly genuine pleas for mercy and partly pretense; Lu Fengxuan was no fool and could tell the difference.
