Shu Yu felt that this follower was a bit unreliable.
Meng Yunzheng, however, shook his head, "No." He seemed to be in a better mood, raising his eyebrows with a smile, "He lost a bet to me and promised to follow me for three years."
Shu Yu thought, as expected, unreliable.
"So, which year is it now?"
"The third year."
Shu Yu, "So it's almost over, isn't it?"
Meng Yunzheng nodded, "Yes, just two more months and the three years will be up. That's why he's been getting a bit ahead of himself lately." To think he even dared to laugh at him and take joy in his troubles.
He remembered when the man first started following him, he thought him bold and responsible; willing to accept the consequences of his bets. A follower should look the part, so he didn't even need to pour his own tea.
Too bad, such days didn't last even half a month.
