Ah Lian was fuming, "Come back with me!"
She was quite angry.
"Lucky for you it was me who discovered this thing. If it had been the young master, you'd be waiting for punishment! If it weren't for the fact that your build resembles the person beside that woman, this matter wouldn't have fallen to a muddle-headed fool like you!"
Liang, the Muddle-headed Fool, Shu Yu, silently endured Ah Lian's reproach, but her eyes showed a hint of contemplation.
Ah Lian led him back, shoved him into a room on the second floor of the inn, and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes!"
Shu Yu: "..."
Ah Lian didn't watch any longer and immediately shut the door. But when Shu Yu turned around, he saw someone lying on the bed.
He walked slowly toward the person, staring intently at the face that was identical to his own, except for a striking cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. He furrowed his brows imperceptibly.
Their body shapes were similar, otherwise, Ah Lian wouldn't have been fooled.
