Du Fan snorted and said: "This Murong Yixuan, has he got nothing better to do after eating? Why would he bring such a person to us?"
"The elegantly dressed man is ill." Fan Lin walked out slowly and spoke gently.
"He's definitely ill, his brain has a disease."
Luo Yu leaned against the counter with his arms across his chest: "He should take a look at himself. He thinks just because he brought a few people with him he can throw a tantrum! Hmph! If you hadn't stopped me earlier, I would have come out and taught him a lesson."
Fan Lin smiled: "He is really ill, and it is a fatal disease."
There was a smile in his eyes when he spoke: "But this person is really unlucky not to be able to meet Master. On the other hand, even if Master was here, she may not be willing to see him!"
"Don't worry about it, we just have to take care of the things that Master has entrusted to us." Leng Hua said softly.
