The news exploded like thunder, leaving Ying Fuyan and Yao Ru staring at each other.
Yao Ru lost her composure for a moment. A storm flashed beneath her calm eyes before settling into silence. She placed the food box on the table and opened it to take out the food inside.
It was as if she hadn't heard anything.
What happened with Ying Zhi?
What's so improper?
She didn't care, just somewhat disgusted.
Ying Fuyan, on the other hand, chased away the crow.
"Filthy and vile, dirtying your ears."
But how was the crow easy to chase away?
It feared Wei Zhao, but it wasn't afraid of Ying Fuyan at all.
It flapped its wings and flew chaotically, sweeping over the incense burner and scattering ashes everywhere, dropping a few sleek black feathers.
The crow shouted.
"Brother Yan!"
The form of address was so familiar.
Yao Ru: ...
Ying Fuyan: ...
The crow could not only eavesdrop now; it could piece together fragments and express what it wanted to say.
"Spare me!"
