"This statement might need to be sent to Lord Kong." Yang Ruxin's voice leisurely echoed at this moment.
Kong Qingfang turned around abruptly and saw Yang Ruxin, accompanied by a group of children, walking over slowly. One of the young girls beside him was dragging a person behind her. This person was the very subordinate Kong had sent to commit murder, but now he was covered in bruises, looking utterly wretched.
"Lord Kong, your pastries are really delicious." Yang Ruxin walked beside Gu Qingheng. "But there's only a little left."
Erya spread her small hands open. Because of sweat, the crumbs turned into a paste-like state, which appeared somewhat unappetizing.
"Try it." Yang Ruxin motioned with her mouth.
Erya took two steps forward, lifting her little hands. "That uncle ate a bit, the rest is for you."
Instinctively, Kong Qingfang stepped back two paces, but a fierce light flashed in his eyes as he reached out to grab Erya.
