"Hen Xiang, you have no relation to me anymore. Do you remember Qian Er buying you from me for ten taels of silver?"
The white fox fur on her cape fluttered in the wind, making Nanzhi's exquisite little face even more delicate.
Yet the words she spoke left Hen Xiang stunned.
She was still a slave.
"You and Qian Er have been spreading rumors behind my back, slandering me. And now, you want me to help you, Hen Xiang? Do you think I am a fool?"
The stone slabs on the ground were icy cold, making Hen Xiang's knees hurt terribly, while Qian Er was spooked by Hen Xiang's sudden move.
Now, as a useless man, if Hen Xiang also ran away, he would truly die of starvation on the streets.