He immediately stood up, tossing down a few crimson talisman-coins and a single sentence:
"Keep an eye on Qian'er. If that brat surnamed Jiang comes around again, report to me at once! Does he think he's made it just by cozying up to a Servant? If he dares to try anything with Qian'er again, I'll make him regret it…"
Zhou Can strode out of the Laundry Room. As the cold wind scraped his face, the rest of his thought, which he had suppressed deep down, now surfaced with killing intent—
'The life of an Inspector… it's not like I can't afford to buy it!'
His steps were quick and hurried, crunching on the thick snow.
Before long, he saw the solitary courtyard at the peak's summit.
'Qian'er is the proper daughter of the Lianxi Luo Clan. She shouldn't be looking at a worthless Mortal Servant.'
'But I came from a Mortal background too...'
Zhou Can's heart was a tangle of emotions. As a Servant in charge of an entire room, he never had a shortage of women.
