Han Bing's tone was helpless and depressed. He had discovered a problem over the years.
Even their young master, once he was overly nervous and relaxed, he would become a little neurotic.
These few days, because of the big miss's kidnapping and young master Chu's matter, young master had been on edge and was under high pressure.
However, from the moment they were brought to the island by Ming Xiu, he had noticed that the young master was in high spirits.
Normally, he wouldn't play with a child. That little black was so angry that he was about to cry.
Now that little black had been taken away by Lord Jue, he had nothing else to do. He had come to provoke her again. Was he not bored to death?
He really wanted to ask the young master if he was having a headache, but he felt that he should at least give him some face.
"I'm not busy. Do you have an opinion?" As Feng Yan spoke, he rubbed the flour on Han Bing's face again.
