Lei Zhan's eyes were swimming from watching, his sword-like eyebrows knitted tightly together: "Can you sit quietly for a while?"
Having wandered around aimlessly for ages, Li Yuxuan finally had someone to talk to. He blurted out quickly, as if spilling beans, wailed: "Easy for you to say, standing there without a care. How can I calm down? Qinghe that ancestor has disappeared, ah. The Boss didn't hand this task to you, but when he comes back and finds out that something happened to Qinghe, he'll skin me alive."
Lei Zhan shook his head in disapproval, his tone absolutely certain: "Nothing will happen to Qinghe." Who is Qinghe? Even now, he was puzzled. If she and the Boss were to clash, who would come out on top?
