"Indeed, even a fresh flower stuck in cow dung would be too good," Xiao Yichen said, fanning the flames.
Long Aotian restrained himself from speaking, but his expression was one of agreement.
Xiao Yichen seized the opportunity to add, "Therefore, Miss Mo couldn't possibly be that kid Ye Fan's woman."
Long Aotian grunted softly, nodding slightly in approval of Xiao Yichen's conjecture.
"Master Long, would you like to invite them over to greet you?" Xiao Yichen suggested.
Long Aotian pondered in silence.
Xiao Yichen immediately grasped his meaning and approached Ye Fan and the Lu sisters.
Along the way, Xiao Yichen's handsome face couldn't help but reveal a sinister, vengeful smirk.
