Just as he was walking, he wondered why that short servant hadn't followed. Turning his head, he saw him lying on the ground crying from afar.
If he hadn't been trained in martial arts since childhood with excellent eyesight, he wouldn't have spotted that small black dot on the ground was him.
Originally, he planned to discuss with his mother these two days that anyone could be recruited into the mansion. Seeing him so skinny, with little meat, and knowing his family skimped on the servants' meals—a man so small would find it hard to marry a wife in the future.
The Zhao Mansion, after all, is a prominent family in Feng County, it shouldn't be like this.
With arms folded across his chest, Zhao Jun carefully looked at the person in front of him!
