Young Sir Songfeng was surprised. He said with a smile, "You must be telling a joke. That little lady is so martially skilled that she can come and go as she pleases in our parlor. How are we able to stop her?"
Feng Chen smiled at them spuriously. "Where did she go?"
Afterwards, his expression turned icy. "If you don't fess up honestly, we'll tear down your parlor."
"Wah!"
"Aiyah, this lord, please don't!"
Mo Lian: …
He had a headache looking at these wimpy escorts, and he massaged his throbbing temples.
His wifey truly was being rebellious by running to this kind of place in the middle of the night!
"This young sir, our Spring Abounding Parlor conducts proper business." The red-clothed man shouted angrily, "How can you be so unreasonable?"
