Zhang Luotian sniffed his clothes but didn't detect any scent, which puzzled him even more. Could a servant have told him? But that couldn't be possible, could it?
"Young and already so adept at slandering," Zhang Luotian said in a deep voice as he turned around and sat across from Ye Fan, looking at him haughtily. "Young," he should say, quite young in fact—so young that Zhang Luotian felt a pang of jealousy. Ye Fan had an above average appearance; overall, nothing special about him.
Yet it was this very person who had given Zhang Luotian so much trouble, not only sending Zhang Wenlu to jail but also frightening Zhang Luotian into hiding in his study, afraid to come out. Remembering this made Zhang Luotian's face turn purplish with anger. However, Huo Du would be arriving soon, and with his arrival, Ye Fan's doomsday would come as well.
Ye Fan retorted, "If you haven't been smoking marijuana, why did you feel the need to sniff? Are you implying you have body odor?"
