"Where is he? Brat, don't try to fool me."
Zhao Zexang glared at Long Chen and closed the door.
"Uncle Zhao, don't regret locking Taoist Zhuge out of the door. If he leaves in a fit of anger, you won't have the chance to see the minor Taoist techniques at the top of the world's pyramid."
Long Chen said with a smile.
"Don't give me that. The old immortal didn't come at all. So what if it's closed?"
Zhao Zexang didn't believe him at all.
"Alright."
Long Chen shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the sofa.
"You little brat, you still want to trick me? Do you think I'm blind? Just now, I..."
Knock, knock.
Before Zhao Zexang could finish his sentence, the door was knocked again.
At the same time, a deep voice was heard, "Zhao family's kid, you don't welcome me as a guest?"
"F*ck."
Zhao Zexang was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but curse.
Then, he scrambled to open the door.
