Wang Xiu also noticed that the young woman was holding the hand of a little girl, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, her face streaked with tears. She looked so pitiful. He frowned slightly, pushed the door open, and walked inside.
"Boss! Boss, you're finally here, Boss—"
The moment he appeared, the underling being trampled by the Little Witch saw a glimmer of hope, his eyes shining as he shouted.
The Little Witch looked over at him, then jumped off the underling. "Are you the one in charge here?"
Wang Xiu nodded. "I am. May I ask how my men have offended you, young lady, to warrant such a response?"
The Little Witch snorted. "Does this Lord Demon King need a reason for her actions? Hand over all your account books, now!"
Account books? Wang Xiu was stunned. He had thought this Little Witch was here to rob them.
"Young lady… what do you want our account books for?"
