"What? That guy still hasn't had enough fun messing with me, now he's sending you, his little lackey, over here for what?" Qian saw Nong Yao and immediately pulled a face.
"What's a lackey?"
"A term that 'compliments' someone for being clever."
Nong Yao silently jotted that down again, though he didn't believe it for a second. Qian was the best at staring you straight in the eye and spouting serious-sounding nonsense!
"What are you here for? If that old man sent you, you can get lost." Qian hated the house and its crow, so she didn't have a good attitude toward that guy's number-one lackey either.
"He's the one who pissed you off, you've got a grudge, go take it out on him. Even in war, they don't behead the envoy." Nong Yao flashed the notebook in his hand. "I'm here to deliver something to you."
"Hmph." Qian turned sideways to let him in, and in passing swept all the snacks off the coffee table and put them away, not leaving a single crumb for Nong Yao!
