"Master Li," after getting everything settled, Steward Ming approached Li Jingmo with trepidation.
Li Jingmo pulled Feng Bai closer and looked at Steward Ming with an expressionless face, causing cold sweat to break out on the steward's forehead.
"How old are you this year, Steward Ming?"
"Reply... Master Li, I am fifty-two this year," Steward Ming said shakily, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his hand.
Feng Bai looked up at Li Jingmo, not understanding why she was asking about Steward Ming's age.
Li Jingmo glanced at a puzzled Feng Bai; those eyes had been haunting him for the past few days, and seeing them today seemed to calm his heart considerably.
"Fifty-two already, indeed it's the age when people start getting muddled."
As soon as Li Jingmo finished speaking, Steward Ming looked up with a wry smile and said, "Master Li, this fault is mine, I ask you to forgive me this once for the long time I've served you."
