Before he knew what was happening, his legs were already beyond his control, kneeling on the ground, "Sir, I swear, I didn't hear anything, I was just hesitant about whether to disturb you, not eavesdrying on purpose."
What he said was indeed true, the time he stood at the door was merely the brief moment spent deciding whether to knock.
Unexpectedly, the lord was this perceptive.
"Get out!" Sikong Wuyou felt annoyed at the moment.
His good mood completely ruined by this fool.
"Yes, yes, I'm leaving right now." Wen Jing finally got up from the ground as if relieved, grasping the brush in his hand and quickly exiting.
Once the noise outside completely disappeared, Sikong Wuyou clenched his hand into a fist, leaning it against his chin, and coughed lightly, "My subordinate is foolish, made you laugh."
