"What, I've been this generous, and you're all so stingy you won't even contribute a single material? I really don't get it. What right do a bunch of cheapskates like you have to demand selfless dedication from others?"
Zhao Xinghe and the others also started pointing and jeering, staring at the High Minister with strange looks. The High Minister's face flushed crimson, leaving her in an utterly humiliating position.
「Nighttime.」
True to her decisive nature, Wei Zichu snuck into Lin Tang's room, hugging a pillow. Seeing that he had returned to his normal appearance and was lying down with his eyes closed, she whispered, "Brother Lin, are you asleep?"
"I'm already asleep," Lin Tang replied, a faint smile playing on his lips. Then, he started to snore.
"Hey, stop teasing me, alright!" Wei Zichu plopped down right next to his head. Having just taken a bath, she smelled wonderfully fresh.
