Old Ears looked at Yuan Xing's earnest expression, wanting to speak but holding back.
Yuan Xing wasn't one to hesitate, snatching the skewer from Chen Ji's hand: "Godfather, take a break, let me roast the meat. Don't worry, whenever I'm idle at the Right Martial Guard Camp, I roast meat, and my skills are top-notch."
Old Ears looked at Chen Ji: "Where did you pick up this lackey? Did you put black magic on him?"
Chen Ji said calmly, "Never mind about him. Where did you hide Jingzhe?"
Old Ears looked helpless: "I've told you, Jingzhe is a living thing. It's normal if it ran off after waiting for you for so many days. Don't keep looking at me like that. Am I the kind of person who sneaks around?"
Chen Ji nodded, "Yes, you are."
While roasting meat, Yuan Xing sneakily glanced at the two of them. Seeing Chen Ji being so rude to Old Ears, he was itching all over but dared not reveal Old Ears' identity.
