He droned on, "Do good work and have others steal the credit, mess up and get blamed, the official salary can't buy a few white cabbages, take the risks and you could lose your head. You only see the surface glamour; how could a young girl like you bear the costs involved?"
Lu Tong asked, "What costs?"
"What costs?" Miao Liangfang muttered, suddenly hitching up his trouser leg, "This is the cost!"
Lu Tong focused her gaze and her eyes flickered slightly.
The wide trouser leg was lifted to the knee, revealing the other person's leg, scarred and riddled with marks. The leg was completely withered from the calf down, showing a terrifying dark purple hue, resembling a shriveled and waterless piece of dead wood, rigidly grafted onto the body of its owner.
Seeing the expression on Lu Tong's face, Miao Liangfang snorted, then let the trouser leg fall back down and said, "Do you see now, you..."
"Who injured your leg?" Lu Tong interrupted him.
Miao Liangfang was taken aback.