Ah Hu said with a gloomy expression, "Actually, my young master is quite pitiful. He's run into some troubles and doesn't really want to live anymore."
"Since he himself insisted on becoming your guard, I just hope Doctor Gu, no matter what, agrees."
"Otherwise, the young master will just muddle through each day, and who knows when he might end up getting himself killed."
Yun Jiao replied helplessly, "As you can see, we are just an ordinary family and don't really need a guard."
"Even if you don't want wages, it's still—"
Ah Hu interrupted Yun Jiao, "We don't want wages. After some time, I'll find ways to earn some money to cover food and lodging for him."
"I just hope Doctor Gu doesn't let my young master know."
As a grown man, he put on a pitiful expression, "Doctor Gu, please, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-storied pagoda. I beg you to save my young master."
