Chí Jīn cleared everyone out of the courtyard with a single wooden stool.
Chang Woyu rested her chin on her hand and watched him, arching an eyebrow in a sneer. "What madness has gotten into you?"
For days now, Chang Woyu had been sick to death of Chí Jīn's grieving-widow act.
He wasn't the only one worried.
Who was he putting on this performance for?
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