"Master, is this master deliberately swindling us? Look at her demands; they seem as if she's out to have fun," Ying Nan muttered behind Qi Qian.
Qi Qian turned around, his face expressionless as he looked at him.
Ying Nan felt a thump in his heart, sweat beading on his forehead under that gaze: "Master, Mas...Master..."
"That Master Buqiu did say something true. If one doesn't guard their words, sooner or later it will bring trouble upon this very tongue. You've been presumptuous and disrespectful," Qi Qian said indifferently. "If you were to cause trouble with your words while following me on a case, I, as your master, would only be dragged down and held back because of you."
Ying Nan kneeled down abruptly: "Master, I was wrong."
"After we return, you'll stay in Hawk Hall for a while. When you've learned to be more composed, you can come back and serve by my side," Qi Qian said from above, looking down at him.
