Escorting Merchants

Duan Ling Tian nodded.

He knew that Feng Ping asked him to stay in this small courtyard as Feng Ping surely had the intention of watching him.

After all, his identity hadn’t been confirmed yet.

"Right." Suddenly, as if he’d thought of something, Feng Ping looked at Duan Ling Tian and asked curiously. "What conflict exactly is there between you and Zhao Lei?"

Feng Ping’s words caused Duan Ling Tian to be unable to refrain from recalling the scene of Zhao Lei entering the city in his birthday suit, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

Subsequently, he slowly narrated the sequence of events of the matter.

"Zhao Lei has gone too far!" Feng Ping frowned then sighed. "Duan Ling Tian, you slightly overdid it… Although based on Zhao Lei’s actions, it wouldn’t be going too far even if you punished him like this. He’s still the only son of Elder Zhao Yu and your actions have undoubtedly caused Elder Zhao Yu to lose face as well."