Ye Anqi sneered, "Who's trying to please you?"
"Not that, but why didn't you call someone?"
"I did want to call."
"What do you mean?"
"You've been holding my hand and not letting me go, how could I call anyone?"
"..."
"And you're not well, if I called someone over and they misunderstood, thinking I caused your illness, what then?"
"That's sophistry!"
Ye Anqi spread her hands, "All right, I'll tell the truth. I was thinking I could just let you die of sickness, but I just couldn't do it."
With that, Bei Jingtang believed her.
Bei Jingtang sneered, "Well, you're not as dumb as you look! I'll let go of what you did last night for now! Stop trying to trick me in the future!"
After his words, he tried to leave again.
"Young Master Bei, are you not going to drink this chicken soup porridge? Rest assured, I haven't tampered with it, I don't even have anything to tamper it with."
Bei Jingtang kept walking, not looking back.
"I made it in honor of Bei Jingshen."
