Wen Congrui lifted his head to look over, and she was dressed in a pale pinkish-blue Luo skirt, her hair casually gathered and bound with a string of pearls, exuding a mix of laziness and charm.
A year had passed, and the young girl seemed to have grown some more; her facial features had matured. With every move she made, she appeared more composed, self-assured, and radiantly captivating.
His eyes flashed as he said, "Wufu, what does he want me to ask? Why did you have your uncle and aunt thrown into jail during the New Year? I believe Wufu is a man of clear-cut grudges. You must have had your reasons for taking this action."
Wufu had thrown the two into jail, and he had received the news earlier on, citing theft as the reason. Since his return, he had heard about it from his subordinates but had not bothered with it.
After all, the official seal was still locked up, and he wasn't fulfilling his duties, so if a crime was committed, the offenders simply had to be detained first.
