As expected, it was An Zhenyu standing outside the door.
He was still wearing the same silver white robe that he had worn when he met them earlier in the morning. But for some reason, his robe was already covered with patches of dust and there were even a few black marks on his face.
Steward Meng and Steward Ning stood on his left and right, looking terrified.
An Zhenyu's expression was even more interesting.
He narrowed his eyes as he stared at Huang Yueli, his face turning green and white, looking indescribably ugly. He didn't look like he was here to beg for help, but seemed to have met his enemy.
Huang Yueli met An Zhenyu's gloomy expression but she didn't panic at all. Instead, she smiled calmly," Young Master An, we meet again so quickly? My husband and I have already brought Senior Brother back. Young Master is really an honest and trustworthy person. This cooperation is very pleasant."
