Bab 568: The Prodigal Son, Feng Zhen (I)

"The government office is flooded... this rainfall is rather heavy."

Yang Si tied a knot on the side of his lower clothes, revealing two smooth and shiny feet which he dipped into the accumulated water. Placing the bamboo scrolls onto the shelves and having worked for more than half a day, he was exhausted and panting heavily. He almost couldn't straighten his back.

He sat on top of the tables stacked on each other, then he laughed at him. "Jing Rong, oh, Jing Rong, you consume so much daily but you're unwilling to exercise, aren't you suffering from the side effects now?" They had only shifted a few bamboo scrolls yet they couldn't straighten their backs.

Yang Si was already so fatigued that sweat drops formed on his forehead. Yet it's hateful that Wei Ci continued to speak sarcastically and he turned to stare at him.