Chapter 1829 - 1829 Steal My Things?

1829 Steal My Things?

Normal people could hear that this was flattery, but when these words came out from his mouth, it sounded especially genuine.

He first solemnly bowed to the two of them. Then, he straightened his body and exclaimed toward Chu Liuyue, “Master, I still thought that there wouldn’t be a man worthy of you in this world. I didn’t expect to be so wrong!”

The corner of Rong Xiu’s lips curled up. This San San indeed lives up to his name. Even though I know his intent, his tone makes one feel elated as if they can really feel his sincerity and unwittingly believe him.

He does know how to speak. It’s no wonder he can flourish in a place like Peach Blossom Dock.

Hearing San San’s words, the corner of Chu Liuyue’s lips twitched slightly. I haven’t seen him in a few years, but his abilities have really improved.

She sized San San up. “It seems like you’re really doing quite well here. Look, your third chin is about to come out.”

San San chuckled. His sparkling eyes squinted together, and his entire person looked white and fluffy, harmonious and likable.

He really hadn’t seen Chu Liuyue in a long time and really missed her very much. Now that he heard her familiar teasing, he was elated. “Isn’t it because I know that Master and His Highness are getting married, so I was happy and ate more rice?”

Chu Liuyue was speechless. It’s the first time I’ve heard someone say that they are greedy so righteously.

s.h.i.+ Fang seriously nodded and said, “Master, Third Brother is not picky. Every time he’s in a good mood, he can eat quite a few bowls of rice for every meal.”

Not like him, who was too picky and regularly could not eat.

San San’s eyelids twitched.

He had always been thick-skinned and wouldn’t take what other people said to heart. However, someone that could always stab him in the heart when they opened their mouth would definitely be s.h.i.+ Fang.

He shot s.h.i.+ Fang a deep gaze. “s.h.i.+ Fang, there are many times when you don’t need to speak.”

Pretending to be mute is much better than saying the wrong words!

s.h.i.+ Fang shrunk his neck and felt danger as he obediently acknowledged it. “Yes.”

“Boss?” The pageboy was long confused at the side as he called to San San in a daze.

“You—” His gaze darted back and forth between Chu Liuyue and San San. My boss is actually calling this madam… Master?!

Chu Liuyue and the rest also noticed that the matter seemed amiss.

She widened her eyes slightly. “San San, this shop… is yours?”

San San nodded in a straightforward manner. “That’s right!”

It turned out that San San was the boss! Chu Liuyue recovered her senses and was caught between laughter and tears. I really did not expect…

“Xiao Zhao, aren’t you going to greet Master?”

Since Chu Liuyue was his master, and he was these people’s boss, Chu Liuyue was naturally the master of these people.

The pageboy hadn’t recovered his senses from the previous shock. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly replied, “Huh? Oh, okay! Greetings, Master!”

As he spoke, he even wanted to kneel down and bow to Chu Liuyue.

Chu Liuyue raised her hand. “You’re injured. You don’t have to stand on ceremony.”

San San then noticed that the bandage on Xiao Zhao’s arm had already revealed a patch of red.

His face became solemn. “The people from the Black Sword Sect came again?”

The pageboy nodded bitterly.

Currently, there was only that one faction that dared to take action against them so fearlessly.

“They even asked you to personally bring the Merge Spirit Herb to their door three days later…”

San San’s skin trembled.

However, Chu Liuyue knitted her brows and was so angry that she laughed. “So this means that… those people s.n.a.t.c.hed my things right in front of my face?”