By the time Lin Yi turned around at the sound, he didn't find anything unusual.
He only saw the old man still lying under the big tree, enjoying the shade.
As for the silver ingot, although he didn't see it, he knew without thinking that the old man must have pocketed it.
This couldn't help but make Lin Yi helplessly shake his head, murmuring to himself that the old man's hands were really quick, before he stopped paying attention to this old eunuch and went into his own room.
However, just as Lin Yi had turned his back, the face of the old man who had been lying there so leisurely suddenly changed.
His face instantly turned deathly pale.
Not only that, his legs were tightly clamped together.
Only after Lin Yi had closed the door of his room did the old eunuch quickly place his hands forcefully over his thighs, squeezing out a few words with a pallid face:
"You little rascal! No Kung Fu morals, attacking by surprise! It hurts to death!"
