Su Mansion.
Inside Old Su's study.
At this very moment.
A small but vigorous old man sat on a chair, his sharp eyes like an eagle's were locked intensely on Wang Lin who sat opposite him.
As if the next second, beams of light would shoot out from his eyes and turn Wang Lin into dust with a "biu":
"You are Wang Lin?"
Xu Yun rubbed the back of his neck and sighed:
"That's me, the humble one."
Hearing this, the old man immediately pulled out a letter.
Slam!
The old man flung his wrist and smacked it heavily onto the table:
"Did you write this letter?"
Xu Yun opened his mouth, wanting to say something cheeky like 'The master wrote this letter.'
But considering he might get a beating if he said that, and his character isn't like Wang Qiang, that joker, he simply sighed and said:
"That's right."
"....."
The old man frowned and said in a deep voice:
