Bai Xilie was somewhat surprised.
"You actually recognized me?"
Zhi'er praised, "Brother Fu Ce is really amazing!"
Feng Fuce's eyes were dark and indifferent: "So obviously special, is there anyone who didn't recognize him?"
Just then, a voice came from behind them—
"Zhi'er, sister! You haven't gone back yet?" Fang Wushen came running with a book basket.
Zhi'er blinked her big eyes: "Um, I was just about to return to the palace with Brother Fu Ce."
Fang Wushen's gaze swept to Feng Fuce, then looked at the tall guard beside Zhi'er.
He snorted with a cold laugh.
"Marquis Wan, I see this guard is tall and strong, should be someone you've sent from the Xiuluo Guard, right?"
"Although I shouldn't say this, Zhi'er sister is my good friend, I find it necessary to remind you."
"Your guard often oversteps; sometimes before Zhi'er can speak, he has already made a decision."
"How can someone so disrespectful accompany the princess, I suggest you replace him next time."
