Long Ying looked to the door. He knew what made An Luo shocked, but he didn't seem to care at all. "What is it, Luo?"
"Uh, it's this Boss. There's a call from those at the capital city because some dispute…" An Luo found it hard to phrase his words due to the shock. He felt as if his sentences had turned incoherent as he tried his best to stay calm. However, the sight of that…accursed hairclip stopped him from talking correctly.
Listening to An Luo, Long Ying merely nodded. "Can't they handle it themselves and need me to step forward?"
"Boss, they're not going to listen to anyone but you."
Even though Long Ying had only become the head of Dragon Clan for a few years, the influence of his position was absolute. No one would dare to make a move that might make Dragon Clan angry, all because of an existence called Long Ying who stood at the very top.
"You should go."
Long Ying looked at his wife. "Like this?"
