At that moment, Ah Dao closed his eyes as if in meditation, and Li Wenli poked him on the knee.
"You can play dead, but I have plenty of ways to make you talk."
"And didn't you say that you loved this young master the most in the world? Now you're willing to deceive your own master for a woman?"
Ah Dao, hearing this, opened his eyes reluctantly and dryly explained, "No love, Young Master, mind your words."
Two grown men talking about love, if the old master heard this, who knows, he might just leap out of his coffin to make him kneel in the ancestral hall.
Li Wenli smirked in triumph, "I don't care, just explain yourself to your master quickly."
Thus began the trial of Ah Dao by the three courts.
Bai Junjun and Li Wenli sat inside the horse carriage, arms crossed in front of their chests, leaning against the carriage walls, waiting expectantly for Ah Dao to speak.
They looked just like parents waiting for their prematurely romantic child to give an account.
