She thought the same, simply assuming Tuoba Han was the foster son of Blood Fiend.
Crash!
The wooden door embroidered with the figure of a court lady was pulled open as Sun Yingying, in a new pale red tube-top dress and with her hair pinned up, stepped inside with graceful, measured strides.
She lowered her head in a slight bow and offered a respectful greeting,
"Why haven't you changed your clothes yet? Jia'er is all ready."
Li Ping'an waved his hand slightly, and the wooden door closed.
He casually took out a spherical Spiritual Treasure and shielded the room, then frowned and said,
"I'm not here to enjoy myself. Has that foster son of Blood Fiend Hall truly arrived?"
Sun Yingying blinked, a smile on her lips as she sat beside Li Ping'an, teasingly saying, "Looking like this, Jia'er will be heartbroken. Don't overlook the beautiful moments, don't be that cold-hearted person."
"Let's talk about serious matters."
Impatience flickered in Li Ping'an's eyes,
