Although Little Yuan'er would really love to laugh at this moment, she stifled her laughter as she stole glances at her master.
Lu Zhou's expression was as calm as a still water lake. Nobody could figure out what he was thinking. He kept stroking his beard.
Little Yuan'er looked at her master, askance. She thought to herself, 'Master never used to stroke his beard so much. Why did he suddenly have this habit?'
When Zhao Shuo saw Lu Zhou did not reply to him, he said, "Master, please help us!"
In the end, Lu Zhou only said indifferently, "I have my own plans. Yuan'er, see them out."
Little Yuan'er nodded. She hopped toward Zhao Shuo and gestured for them to leave.
Zhao Shuo felt helpless. He had no choice but to leave.
