Beauty Lin was very puzzled, how did Feng Jun suddenly become like this? After all, he was the leader of the Luohua people.
However, with her professional sensitivity, she reacted the next moment, "Are you worried about your family?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Feng Jun was a bit sarcastic, "If I'm not worried about my family, should I be worried about yours?"
"There's no problem on your family's side," Beauty Lin didn't bother to argue with him—she had seen too many ordinary people's weaknesses in her job, "It's about your disciples and such...right?"
"My disciples," Feng Jun scratched his head, feeling that this issue needed his attention too; his parents are people, and so are his disciples, "Who's the one offering the bounty... don't tell me you don't even know that?"
Beauty Lin really didn't know who placed the bounty; such overt actions are taboo, even in the West.
