“Remember not to mention this matter to anyone in the estate,” Zu An reminded him sternly.

Cheng Shouping thumped his own chest. “Young master, have you forgotten my name? I am the man who keeps secrets like a cork on a bottle, Cheng Shouping!”

Somehow, his confident assurances only stoked Zu An’s unease. He felt like he had just made a terrible mistake.

“I’ll leave you to look into the matter. I’m feeling a bit tired right now, so I think I’ll rest for a while. Ah right, get me a bucket of water to wash my face first.” Zu An dismissed Cheng Shouping with a wave of his hand. 

His plan was to wash his hands and face, then use the Rage points he had just earned from Plum Blossom Thirteen to draw the lottery. For now, his future looked very bright.

“Looks like you’re in a good mood,” an old, hoarse voice rasped in his ear.

Zu An leaped up in shock. He spun around and saw Old Mi standing behind him. With his heart still pounding, he yelled, “Why do you always walk around without making any sound? You’ll really scare me to death one of these days!”

Old Mi ignored Zu An’s remark and posed a question of his own. “You didn’t play truant today, right?”

“You’d already warned me beforehand, so how would I dare?” Looking deeply into the eyes that were hidden by layers of skin...