Uncle Chang became agitated, picking up his cane and waving it around haphazardly.
He drove away all the Xiu Luo Envoys standing beside him.
"This is the house the government allocated to me. The Prince specially allowed it. I didn't take more than I deserved! You can scold me, but you cannot insult me. I did not take extra!"
He was emotionally stirred, speaking while unsteady on his feet.
Seeing him accidentally knock into a flower pot, the old man tilted and fell!
"Grandpa Chang!" Bai Zhi'er's eyes widened, reaching out her small hand to help.
But she was actually a bit too far away.
In an instant, golden-pink threads sprang from her palm, directly supporting the old man's back.
Almost at the same time, another gust of dark, bluish wind supported Uncle Chang's waist.
Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi'er were both taken aback, looking at each other.
Bai Zhi'er immediately averted her gaze, a hint of guilt on her small face.
Feng Fuce, however, furrowed his cold brows tightly.
