"Young master, wait for me!" The attendant shouted and hurried after him.
Except for Shen Qinglan, who was at a loss, the others all raised their eyebrows slightly, casting teasing glances at Yan Yijie.
"What have you done to Tang Fei to make him look at you like he's seen a ghost?" Le Zhao asked curiously.
"Nothing much," Yan Yijie said. "We just had a bit of a conflict once, and I happened to give him a beating."
Le Zhao clicked his tongue, "How hard did you hit him for him to be so scared of you that he'd run away at the sight of you?"
"Not that hard," Yan Yijie replied. "Just enough to make him bedridden for three months."
"He's your brother-in-law after all, isn't that a bit too much?" Le Zhao remarked with schadenfreude.
Yan Yijie sighed lightly, "I didn't know his identity at the time."
"The Magistrate Tang didn't hold you accountable?" Duan Yunfei chuckled softly.
