Liang Qu grabbed the collar of the shirt, his tall stature forcing Lu Xinqing to stand on his tiptoes.
Facing Prefect Yu, Lu Xinqing was so panicked that his forehead broke out in a sweat, which reflected a bright light under the oil lamp.
No, not at all, he was just a bandit, how could he be worthy of the attention of two such high-ranking officials!
Like a mouse flitting before a cat.
Lu Xinqing wrapped his hands around Liang Qu's palm, trying to pry his fingers open, but found them as hard as steel and unmoving. He immediately gave a flustered smile towards Yu Dayi, "Prefect is joking, I am a bandit, a wretch who deserves a thousand cuts, I've hardly read a few books, how would I know right from wrong..."
"Good!"
Yu Dayi shouted loudly.
Lu Xinqing almost bit his tongue.
"Since that's the case, I really want to hear what kind of tale the Liang Shuilang from the Fishing Tax Office has to tell!"
