Having eaten her fill and drunk plenty, Wufu had truly stood out tonight at the banquet. Being the youngest there and also a girl, the guild had taken special care of her and prepared fruit wine especially for her. Despite that, she had drunk quite a bit and felt somewhat dizzy in the head.
Struggling to stay sober, she saw Lady Wang to her carriage and watched her depart. Wufu herself was about to get into the carriage when a dark figure suddenly rushed up to her.
Her eyes sharpened instantly, and her body tensed up, leaving no trace of drunkenness in her gaze.
The shadow moved quickly, but another figure was even quicker—it was Xiao Li, who stepped in front of Wufu in a flash, eyeing the stranger warily.
That was a youth, seemingly no more than fifteen or sixteen, with a somewhat familiar face.
He glared at Xiao Li, then turned to scrutinize Wufu, his brows knitting and then relaxing as he looked her up and down.
Where did this rogue come from!
