Drunken Moon Pavilion, second floor.
At the window, three men stood.
The one on the left wore an ink-colored brocade robe, the one in the middle wore a crescent-colored brocade robe, and the one on the right wore light blue.
The three of them were increasingly more handsome.
But their expressions were identical, all shocked and incredulous.
Behind them, Chu Shun sat, tossing beans into his mouth, playing merrily.
After eating two beans, he laughed and said, "Do you believe me now?"
The man in the ink-colored brocade robe sighed, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't believe that Young Master Xie would accompany that female bandit shopping."
"This isn't just accompanying; he's clearly sticking to her," said the man in the crescent-colored brocade robe.
He glanced at the people leisurely strolling on the street and felt the word "sticking" was insufficient, emphasizing, "Sticking like plaster on a dog's skin."
