Jia Lanhua's voice was low, but to Zhang Xiaoshan, it was like a thunderclap.
He was completely dumbfounded.
Guilty conscience, indeed.
In White Dragon Village, where folk customs were fierce and the rules extremely strict, breaching a taboo could have grave consequences.
No, he absolutely could not admit it.
"Sister Lanhua, what are you talking about? I don't understand. I am, after all, a scholar. How could I possibly do such a thing?" Zhang Xiaoshan feigned composure and then put on a puzzled look.
"Did you tell Wu Laohu about this?"
"Humph."
Hearing Zhang Xiaoshan's vernacular, Jia Lanhua immediately snorted softly, let go of Zhang Xiaoshan's hand, and turned to walk outside, muttering as she went.
"I wasn't planning on telling that bastard Wu Damming, but since you refuse to admit it, I'll just have to let him look into it."
"Little Shan, I thought you were a real man, but it turns out you're just a cowardly bastard with the intentions but not the guts."
