Pu Wu said, "Young Master, he stole the vice instructor's personal dagger."
Xiao Ahling glanced at Pu Wu and said blandly, "Let him speak for himself."
Pu Wu's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head even more, "Yes, Young Master."
He didn't know why, but this Young Master of their family, clearly only a few years old, looked delicate and beautiful, like a celestial child in a painting, yet every time he saw him, he was trembling with fear.
Perhaps some people are born to be revered?
Dong Gege couldn't help but look up at Xiao Ahling one more time, seeing Xiao Ahling's calm and obviously displeased expression, he quickly lowered his head again and, in a barely audible voice, said with difficulty, "Yes, it is..."
Xiao Ahling stared at him for a moment and then slowly said, "But just now Officer Pu Wu said that stealing something results in fifty lashes and expulsion from the training camp. The Jian family will never hire you again!"
