"I never said I was joking, I just smiled a few times and he started daydreaming on his own. It's not fair to blame me," Han Yan added.
"God-man," Zirong suppressed her comment for a while, recalling Han Yan's inscrutable and meaningful smile, finally letting slip the words that had been haunting her mind.
"Scoundrel," Huayue appropriately added. Their young master was truly a pitiful god!
"Looking for death?" Han Yan frowned, speaking nonsense, had they no sense of being henchmen?
"We didn't say anything," the two quickly denied, knowing the time to keep silent.
Of course, Jiang Yuzhe had no idea what Han Yan and his henchmen were talking about but walked proudly ahead, leading the way through the gates of the City Lord's Mansion.
"Your servant greets the young master, welcome back," said a servant as they just entered the inner mansion, curiously glancing over Han Yan and the others while speaking.
