Landing silently, only the bright flame on the table slightly flickered.
Xia Zheng's eyelids did not even lift as he continued reading his letter.
The shadow that jumped in knelt on one knee upon touching the ground and said in a low voice, "Lin Yi pays his respects to the young master."
The person who came in was indeed Lin Yi.
Xia Zheng seemed to let out a laugh, with an indiscernible tone of emotion, "Why have you come?"
Lin Yi, as if hit by a muffled heavy blow, kept his head bowed, his neck somewhat rigid, and replied gravely, "Your subordinate has come to admit his guilt."
The corners of Xia Zheng's lips slightly raised, he casually threw the letter in his hand aside, and turned his eyes to Lin Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, chuckling, "Deputy Commander, if I didn't hint to you today, would you have come to confess?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yi's neck stiffened even more, and his head bowed even lower.
