It was no easy task to see off the two esteemed guests, and Lu Fengxuan went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water before looking for Yan Nine.
Yan Nine had just finished applying medicine, with several bruises on his handsome and youthful face making him appear somewhat like a dispirited youngster.
His head was bowed, and his soft hair fell across his eyebrows, adding to the look of a decadent youth.
Normally, his intelligence and maturity were beyond his years, and he commanded great respect within the team, often leading others to unconsciously overlook his age.
Sometimes, Lu Fengxuan would forget that he was just a seventeen-year-old boy.
"Sister Lu, you talk to Xiaojiu," Gu Xiao, noticing that they had something to discuss, quickly packed up the medicine box and left.
Lu Fengxuan sat down, placing the glass of water on the coffee table in front of her and lifted her almond-shaped eyes.
"Your brother said you don't want to go home, why is that?"
