The dark guard of the Bai family, who appeared to be two or three years older than Yue Shi, saw Yue Shi holding a teacup, pressing down the tea leaves with the lid, and bending over awkwardly to drink the tea. His brows furrowed, and he brushed aside some peanuts, rubbing off the red skin as he said, "Did you hurt your back?"
Yue Shi held the teacup in his hand, shook his head, and answered politely, "No."
"If you're not injured, why are you always bending over?" The Bai family dark guard took a sip of tea from the bowl. "When you led us around in circles, you didn't look this timid."
"Poof..." Yue Shi spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk, his eyes widening as he looked at the Bai family dark guard.
The Bai family dark guard handed a handkerchief to Yue Shi with a look of disdain. The other Bai family dark guards also looked at Yue Shi with disdain.
