Fu Teng paused at the doorway when Bai Ming stopped him.
"At least take a bowl with you," she said. "Give it to that friend of yours. Let us know if he would like it."
Fu Teng turned slightly to look at her.
For a brief moment, he said nothing.
Then he gave a small nod.
"Alright," he replied.
Fu Li quickly brought out a covered basket and handed it to him.
"Do not drop it," she added.
Fu Teng took it without another word.
Then he left.
...
The rain had not stopped.
By the time Fu Teng reached the pavilion, the ground was soaked, and the air carried the scent of wet earth.
He walked through the outer hall without slowing down.
The guards at the entrance recognized him and allowed him to pass.
Inside, everything felt more controlled.
He made his way directly to An Yu's office.
When he arrived, the door was slightly open.
Inside, An Yu was seated, speaking to two workers who stood respectfully before him.
Fu Teng stepped in without knocking.
