"The two of you didn't even ask me which family I was talking about, and you just said you don't know..."
"You're overthinking things." Zhao Zhan's eyes were cold, and he discreetly revealed the blade tied to his wrist. "We don't have time to waste with you."
"Master!"
The Lin family servants looked warily at Zhao Zhan when they saw the blade appearing in front of Lin Chenzhi.
"Forget it. Let's move the carriage back a little and let this young man pass." Lin Chenzhi cupped his fists again and remained polite. "Perhaps I'll meet you in the mountain gaze in the future. If I need any help, I hope you can lend me a hand."
Zhao Zhan's face was cold. With a slip of his sleeve, he held the dagger in his hand.
When Lin Chenzhi returned to the carriage, the Lin family servant glared at the two of them indignantly before driving the carriage back.
Fang Tianliu glared at them smugly, then called Zhao Zhan back to the shaft. "Zhao Zhan, let's go."
