The corners of Mu Yunhao's mouth twitched. "Master Song, this is your villa."
In other words, this is your territory. How would we know where the funnel is? We don't even know if there's a funnel here.
Besides, Master Song, don't you feel that the person you want to pour foot-washing water on is staring at you with a creepy gaze right now?
"Then, open his mouth for me. I'll pour it directly in just like this!" Song Zixuan said with a strong momentum.
Unfortunately, no one moved…
Song Zixuan, who deeply felt that he was being excluded, looked at Lu Zijia with a resentful gaze. "These people you sent are all like arrogant masters. They're even more arrogant than I am."
Lu Zijia blinked and then nodded seriously. "Right, they can crush you with one hand. If they're not masters, what are they?"
Song Zixuan, who suddenly thought it made sense: "…"
