The Butler looked troubled.
Judging by their attitude, it was clear they had no intention of receiving guests. Forcing our way in might only backfire.
Lun Yiyi sneered coldly, "Why are you standing there? Didn't you ask me to come and apologize? If I can't even enter the door, how am I supposed to apologize? Knock!"
"If they don't open the door, then take it down!"
The Butler sighed helplessly. He lifted his foot, ready to step onto the stairs, when suddenly a sharp pain exploded in his knee.
Something had struck him.
Unable to keep his balance, he dropped to one knee.
Looking down, he saw a smooth, round nut shell lying by his foot.
It was this object that had hit him.
This unexpected turn of events caught Lun Yiyi's attention too.
Scanning the surroundings, she spotted Liu Xinghe seated leisurely on the courtyard wall, dressed in casual clothes and chewing on dried fruit.
