The young girl was stunned at that moment, her face one of pure disbelief, unable to accept as fact that she had been overpowered by a little beggar who stole the dagger from her and that she had been caught.
What shocked her even more was that the little beggar had been so brazen as to have taken advantage of her before so many pairs of eyes!
"This niece of mine has been spoilt and have gotten too used to her wilful ways. If she has offended you in any way, I implore for the Young Master to forgive her."
A deep voice filled with inspiring awe sounded and Feng Jiu raised her eyes to look at them, her eyes narrowed.
The one who had spoken had naturally been the middle aged man. He had spoken not in threat, but in apology. The fact that he had been able to suppress the rage in his heart and maintain a composed expression despite his displeasure to speak to her in such an amicable manner was really surprising!
