Feng Pojun pushed up his glasses, murmuring softly to himself.
After a long moment, the young man with the buzz cut finally spoke up. "Young Master, do you need me to take care of him?"
Feng Pojun pondered for a moment before finally shaking his head. "No matter what, he protected Yuanyuan at the Rolling Stone Bar. The consequences would have been unthinkable otherwise. For that alone, his life can be spared."
He continued, "Yuanyuan will be heading to the Imperial Capital to study soon. As long as Xia Liang knows his place, I can pretend I never saw any of this."
