Wei Ming Die watched Sima You Yue's interactions with Wu Man. Her eyes flickered. "Since you are here in Ghost City, then play some more. If you're afraid your father will punish him, I will send someone to talk to him. I think he will give me face."
When Sima You Yue heard her words, her expression revealed a trace of distress.
"Why, this won't do? Your father's not giving me any face?" Wei Ming Die asked solemnly.
"If City Lord goes to talk with my father, it would definitely be okay. But in a while it's going to be my mother's birthday, and I have to hurry back." Sima You Yue spoke with hesitation. She glanced at Wei Ming Die cautiously. She appeared to be somewhat angry, so she quickly returned a smile. "But my mother's birthday is some time away. I can play for a few more days before going back. By then, I would need City Lord's help!"
