Although second elder's expression was stiff and he could not move, his eyes were still wide open. The anger in his eyes was burning. If looks could kill, Leng ruoxue would have died many times over.
"Miss Leng." A person stood out from behind the second elder and greeted Leng ruoxue with a respectful expression.
"What are you doing here?" Leng ruoxue looked at the man who had suddenly appeared and found it funny. He was clearly hiding behind second elder.
"I'm ning Bo!" The man said softly. He looked ill at ease and his face was flushed red from shyness. He kept rubbing his hands, but he didn't know where to put them.
"En!" Leng ruoxue nodded. She already knew his name. What she wanted to know was his motive for coming here.
