Third Young Master Dong's body trembled as he turned around, and suddenly, he was like a mouse seeing a cat:
"Brother..."
Zhao Douan's expression immediately turned strange.
The others could hardly conceal their surprise.
Brother? The only person who could make Third Young Master Dong so submissive and respectful was probably one person...
"I'm asking you! What are you doing here?"
Dong Dazhuang, with a stern face, strode over and then saw Zhao Douan, sword in hand, standing in front of two women.
At this moment, due to the heat, the earlier cold fog had dissipated, and Zhao Douan had also suppressed his qi. Dong Dazhuang, seeing this, simply thought he was carrying an ordinary sword.
"Is he your younger brother?" Zhao Douan asked, his expression strange.
Dong Dazhuang bowed in embarrassment:
"Brother Zhao, my younger brother lacks discipline. I didn't know this was..."
Zhao Douan "Uh"ed, calmly saying:
