"Jinyang, what are you messing around with?"
Lin Xiaoyang paused, seemingly reading his thoughts, almost pointing the broom in his hand at his nose.
"I'm wronged, what nonsense have I made?"
Lin Jinyang shamelessly got up, rubbing his arm pretending to be pitiful: "I slipped and fell, it was quite a tumble."
"You fell?"
Lin Xiaoyang's face darkened, glaring at him without a hint of good temper.
Lin Jinpeng, with Mu Fan in tow, turned into the corridor at this very moment.
"Ah? You guys...."
The brothers met on the narrow road, stared at each other, and screamed out in surprise simultaneously.
"So you're Mu Fan."
Lin Xiaoyang turned around sharply, looking at the black-haired and black-clothed young man who had appeared next to Lin Jinpeng. His eyes dangerously narrowed.
"Mu Fan of the Tranquil Sect, pays respect to senior."
Mu Fan was composed, neither fawning nor arrogant.
"The Duke of Zhen's house does not welcome you!"
