"Second Young Master, this?"
There was nothing but confusion in the eyes of the bald man. Murong Cheng, icy intent sparkling in his eyes, glanced at him and spoke coldly. "What, is there something wrong with what I said, or do you want to join them in there?"
"No, no, I'll get to it."
"Are you Murong Shan's son?"
Gu Mingyu looked at Murong Cheng and began to speak lightly. For some reason, locking his gaze with Cheng's, Mingyu felt a subtle pressure.
Upon realizing this, a glum expression filled Cheng's eyes. "What if I am?" he retorted.
"Good."
Upon hearing Murong Cheng's words, Mingyu's face revealed a light smile. Despite his jovial expression, his eyes were completely devoid of humor.
"Young Master Gu, please proceed."
As they arrived at an underground room's entrance, the bald man spoke quietly, escorting Gu Mingyu and An Xiangrong.
