Su Yan held the bowl of tea to his lips.
To let him drink.
Instead, he lowered his head and reached out to take it.
Speaking softly,
"No, no need to trouble the master."
A soft voice, tinged with caution, and if you listen carefully, you can even hear the grievance in his voice.
Su Yan looked at him for a while.
If it were usual times, even if she didn't feed him, he would find ways to make her do so.
Now he acted with such politeness.
If something is abnormal, there must be a reason.
Su Yan looked down and saw the purse awkwardly attached to his waist.
His all-white clothes clashed with the colorful embroidered purse.
"Where did this come from?"
As she spoke, she picked up the purse and weighed it. It was full of Silver Coin.
She was puzzled,
"Found it?"
Feng Xuan held the bowl with both hands, not speaking, his body growing increasingly rigid.
His entire body tensed up.
Seeing his reaction, Su Yan pressed further,
"Did someone give it to you?"
