Ginsengfruit had just finished packing up the things that Yun Ran brought over.
Wan Ji was already waiting outside the tent, holding a lunch box in his hand.
"Lady Yun, I've brought your lunch."
Ginsengfruit lifted the tent curtain, ready to take the lunch box.
Who would have thought, it would give Wan Ji a big scare, making him go on full alert: "Who are you? How come you're inside Lady Yun's tent?"
If he remembered correctly, since the beginning until now, there had not been such a small child within his field of vision, and now one suddenly appeared.
It wasn't clear what Wan Ji imagined, but the color drained from his face, and his hand was already reaching for the gun holstered at his waist.
Ginsengfruit glanced at Wan Ji speechlessly: "Don't freak out over everything, my master doesn't like noise!"
Then he snatched the lunch box and muttered quietly as he turned around: "At first you seemed quite reliable, how come you're making such a fuss now."
