"Ye Fu!"
Yu Xuanwei couldn't help but shout, feeling as if she had found a savior.
The boy with the black cloth around his eyes was indeed Ye Fu.
Ye Fu naturally heard many things from Yu Xuanwei's tone, his mood was complex, for he never thought Miss Yu would ever seek his help one day, showing how tyrannical and what a rascal that scion of the Formless Ancient Race in the palanquin must be!
Song Yan held onto Yu Xuanwei's wrist without letting go, casually spreading his legs while looking outside and giving a hard tug that made the young lady stumble into his embrace and then sit begrudgingly on his lap.
Song Yan felt the soft plushness of her behind on his thigh and hooked his finger towards the outside as if provoking.
He was here today not only to recover the "opportunity for his Purple Mansion's Protective Thought" but also to test Aunt Xi's limits... and if possible, he wanted to test the ancient monster within the Formless Token.
