Lin Mu seldom went to the Miscellaneous Affairs Department before. He had never expected Lin Xiaowan to suffer such a treatment here.

His anger erupted like a volcano in a flash and his anger burst forth in a frenzy as heaven and earth splitting apart.

"Stop!" Lin Mu kicked in the door and the blue veins stood out on his forehead.

This middle-aged woman was Zhao Fang who was in charge of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department.

She was taken aback when she heard the yelling. But after she found out that the newcomer was Lin Mu, she suddenly showed an expression of disapproval and said with a strange voice, "Oh, it is Young Master Lin."

If this was another disciple of Lin Clan, she would certainly be flattering at this moment.

But Lin Mu only had the title. He had no position nor strength, so he was regarded as a nobody by her.

"...young master." Lin Xiaowan bowed her head and rubbed her skirt with her small hands and she seemed to be very guilty.

Seeing Lin Mu suddenly appeared, her first thought was not to whine, nor to complain, but to feel guilty for hiding her situation from Lin Mu.

This was really too painful!

This was really too sad!

Lin Mu knew Lin Xiaowan very well. He certainly knew what she thought, and he just felt that his heart was pierced by a needle, which made him feel very stinging.

It made his sanity almost collapse. Lin Mu's eyes were red. He was like an enraged lion staring at Zhao Fang and growling, "Bitch, you're courting death."

Bang!

His spiritual strength instantly gathered in his palm and waved to Zhao Fang.

But his palm did not hit Zhao Fang, since it was stopped by a burly teenager.

"Lin Zhaojun?"

Looking at the young man, Lin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a cold tone, "Get out of the way. I won't dispute with you about the past. But if you stop me today, you will have to bear the consequences."

Lin Zhaojun was the son of Lin Anfu, the steward of the Lin Mansion. He was Lin Mu’s former younger footman.

When Lin Mu’s father Lin Nan was still here, Lin Zhaojun flattered him every day. But since his father disappeared and his position plummeted, Lin Zhaojun immediately changed the face and took refuge in Lin Mu’s cousin, Lin Feilong, the son of his Fourth Uncle.

"I shall bear the consequences? Yo, I feel so scared. Young Master Lin, you are speaking to me in this tone again." Lin Zhaojun patted his chest with his hand, and then spat with a bah, "You waste, you should wake up. Do you think you are still the young master before?"

"The reason why others have endured you before is that they feared of your father. Unfortunately, Third Uncle is now missing and now you, as a waste, could ask yourself that without your father's protection, what else can you be proud of?"

Seeing Lin Zhaojun's disgusting face, Lin Mu really wanted to trample on it. But in the past few days, he had experienced the fickleness of human nature. He knew that some words of these people were right and that he was no longer the young master of the Lin Clan. If he continued to act in the same way as before, he would only suffer.

Lin Zhaojun was a martial disciple of the fourth level.

Zhao Fang added fuel to the flames aside, "You bullshit young master. You have to rely on your maid to support you. You really think of yourself as something big."

With Zhao Fang’s words, it not only made Lin Zhaojun's eyes look teasing, but even the servants around him also shook their heads. They looked at Lin Mu strangely.

"What do you mean by saying that?" Lin Mu felt stunned.

"Doesn’t this maid give you a hundred coppers every month?" Zhao Fang said with a face full of banter, "Do you know what her monthly salary is?"

Lin Mu had realized that something was wrong at this time and he asked with a dry voice, "Isn't it two hundred copper coins?"

Because Lin Mu had to cultivate and his Second Aunt embezzled his resources, his monthly salary was not enough. Therefore, Lin Xiaowan would give him 100 copper coins every month.

He refused in the beginning, but in the end, he did not succeed. In addition, he thought that Lin Xiaowan's salary was 200 coppers per month, after all, it was the standard salary for the maid in Lin Clan. Therefore, when Lin Xiaowan gave him 100 coppers every month, he accepted them.

But Zhao Fang's tone and other people's looks made Lin Mu's face gloomy. He realized that even his monthly salary would be deducted, so how could Lin Xiaowan, a maid with a close tie to himself, not have the same experience?

"Hahaha, young master, you condemned me, but you are not a noble person either. You don't even know the fact that your loyal maid only gets a hundred coppers a month."

Zhao Fang laughed scornfully, thinking that this young master of shit had to depend on his servant to support him and that his life was even inferior to hers as the steward.

"Xiaowan, you..."

Lin Mu's mind was shaken again and he looked at Lin Xiaowan with complicated eyes. This silly girl, she only got one hundred coppers a month and gave it all to him.

It meant that apart from the meals and the accommodation provided by the Lin Clan, Lin Xiaowan did not even have the money to buy clothes.

"Young master, I'm fine." Lin Xiaowan said in a very low voice.

"Hum, don't pretend to be stupid here and go to work quickly."

Zhao Fang had no sympathy at all. Although she despised Lin Mu, his identity was still there. She dared not openly scold him, but she had no scruples about scolding Lin Xiaowan.

Lin Mu suppressed his inner anger. The fact that Lin Zhaojun was here had calmed him down. He stared at Zhao Fang, "What do you want Xiaowan to do?"

"Kill 100 fish." Zhao Fang smiled and said, "This is the task handed down by Second Madam. If the progress is delayed, Lin Xiaowan will suffer as a cheap maid. Not only would she lose her salary this month, but her salary next month would also be deducted."

When being beaten severely by Zhao Fang just now, Lin Xiaowan did not make much response. However, as soon as she heard of the deduction of salary, she immediately felt worried, "I'll do it. I'll do it right away."

"Wait." Lin Mu said suddenly.

"Young master, dignity is important, but money is more important. If she doesn't work, how can she think about getting the money?" Zhao Fang thought Lin Mu had lost his dignity and wanted to stop Lin Xiaowan from working.

"Young master, you don't have to care about me. I do chores every day and I'm used to them." Lin Xiaowan said hurriedly.

Lin Mu ignored Zhao Fang and touched the small head of Lin Xiaowan lovingly and said, "I'll go with you."

"How can this be? Young master, your status is so honorable, how can you do chores as I do?" Lin Xiaowan kept waving her little hand.

The others also stared at the scene. Lin Zhaojun exclaimed loudly on purpose, "What? Did I hear you right? Young master, do you want to do those menial jobs?"

"Lin Zhaojun, Zhao Fang, you two bastards. I'll put up with it now and when my cultivation base is improved, I'll beat the hell out of you."

Lin Mu felt furious, but now he could only endure. He looked at Lin Xiaowan seriously, "Xiaowan, you don't believe me? It must be right to listen to me."

"Ok."

After seeing that Lin Mu was so serious, Lin Xiaowan could not refuse but nodded heavily. She was very touched by this. The young master was willing to do all these chores for her and what she did for him was worth it.

Under the gaze of countless people who were watching the drama, Lin Xiaowan took Lin Mu to the livestock farm in the backyard of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department.

"Young master, if you think it is dirty here, you can stand outside. I'll kill the fish." Looking at the dirt on the ground, Xiaowan said stupidly.

"Since I have come, how can I just watch and not do it?"

Seeing the fish on the livestock farm, Lin Mu couldn’t wait in his heart. He urgently needed to know whether killing fish could make him absorb vitality as well as killing crabs.

At first, he was still a little unfamiliar. Although he was a martial disciple of the second level, he had never really killed anything since he was young, except wounding some small animals.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaowan was there to guide him and he finally succeeded.

He felt a slight heat in his palm and a breath thousands of times stronger than that of killing crabs flew into Lin Mu’s body from his palm.