Feng Yulin frowned. He touched his own head. 'No, I have to touch it back.'
Therefore, he reached out to touch Ling Jue, but Ling Jue dodged his claws.
She curled her lips and waved her hand. "Alright, both of you can go back now. I need to rest."
Feng Yulin reached out to pinch his face and touch it back. He was in a good mood. "Have a good rest then."
Ling Jue pursed her lips. What a petty person.
Forget it. Since he had helped her so much, she would not hold it against him.
Meanwhile, Gu Ziming, who was sitting on the sofa, felt like his jaw was about to fall off. Why did Lord Jue and Lord Feng's actions feel so strange?!
The way the two of them interacted with each other was really fascinating. Thinking of the inexplicable relationship between the two of them, he swallowed his saliva. Forget it. It was better to pretend to be blind.
"Gu Ziming."
"Eh? Eh? I'm here." When he suddenly heard Lord Jue call him, he quickly stood up and tugged at the corner of his shirt nervously.
He looked nervous too. What happened?
"Have you found the courtyard house that I asked you to find?" asked Ling Jue.
Gu Ziming heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not what he had thought. "I've found it. It's not far from where you live."
Ling Jue nodded. "That's good. Alright, you and Feng Yulin should go. I'm enough here. The special forces will ask her to come tomorrow. It's pretty late today."
Feng Yulin nodded and looked at Ling Jue deeply. "I'll go then."
"Go then." Ling Jue raised an eyebrow. Why was this situation so strange?
Gu Ziming took the lead and opened the door, sending Feng Yulin off with a smile.
Feng Yulin looked at the person lying on the bed. He moved his lips, swallowed his words, and turned to leave.
"Lord Jue, I'll come back to see you tomorrow morning."
"Okay."
Ling Jue smiled and nodded.
Feng Yulin and Gu Ziming left the room at the same time. Gu Ziming had been feeling uneasy. He turned to look at Lord Feng beside him. His expression was as calm as water. He did not look like he did when he was in front of Lord Jue at all.
Ding!
The elevator opened. Gu Ziming let him go in first before he walked in himself.
Feng Yulin did not speak, and Gu Ziming did not dare to speak either. However, his spirit was always tensed.
"Your name is Gu Ziming, right?"
Hearing his sudden question, Gu Ziming quickly answered, "Yes, Master Feng!"
He looked as if he wanted to salute again.
"Why are you with that kid?" Feng Yulin turned his head and glanced at him indifferently. "As far as I know, you have a lot of trouble."
"...Those things have nothing to do with Master Jue. I will handle it myself." Gu Ziming was a little embarrassed. It was all in the past...
"Can you handle it well?"
"They don't know who I am."
"I know." Feng Yulin laughed coldly. "It's very easy for them to know."
"You won't tell them."
"Oh?"
"Because... If something happens to me, Lord Jue will also be in trouble. You don't want Lord Jue to be troubled, do you?" Gu Ziming looked up at him. He was gambling on what kind of existence Lord Jue was to Feng Yulin...
Were they really just business partners?
Feng Yulin only smiled faintly. "You're quite smart."
Ding!
The elevator opened and Feng Yulin walked out with his long legs. "Be loyal to your master. I'll handle your trouble for you."
"..."
Gu Ziming looked at his back in disbelief. Feng Yulin? Someone had switched him out, right? What did he say just now?
The elevator closed and Gu Ziming was still in a daze. When he came back to his senses, the elevator had reached the basement. When the elevator opened, there was no one outside, and there was one word written on the door: [Morgue].
"F*ck!"