Chen Fan, who arrived in front of the Mu Mansion, just wanted to call the door, when the vermillion red door opened by itself.
The one who opened the door was an acquaintance, it was none other than the Mu Mansion's housekeeper, Lao Luo.
At this moment, after experiencing so many things, Lao Luo's initial disbelief in Chen Fan had all disappeared, and it was obvious that anyone with a clear eye could see how huge Chen Fan's potential was.
Therefore, as soon as they met, Lao Luo respectfully bowed to Chen Fan, as a greeting, and at the same time, he indirectly apologized for his own blindness.
Chen Fan could naturally see what was in the other party's mind, and without the slightest care, he waved his hand and even returned the salute.
Frankly speaking, originally Old Luo did not think highly of Chen Fan, in fact, it was an extremely normal thing, after all, the name of his waste had already been extolled in Qingyang City for sixteen years, and it was only right that it could not be changed for a while.
In this world, how many people could really possess a pair of discerning eyes like Mu Wanrong?
"Miss is already waiting for you in the back garden, just keep walking forward."
Lao Luo sensed that today's Chen Fan was even more powerful than last time, and there was already a hidden aura of unruffled authority on his body.
He didn't dare to be slow in any way and spoke respectfully, even unconsciously using honorifics.
Chen Fan's eyes revealed a bitter smile, he was most unaccustomed to things like this, originally we were on good terms, but this in turn alienated him quite a bit.
In front of him, he patted the other party's shoulder, Chen Fan smiled and said, "I say Lao Luo, you call me Chen Fan in the future, what you do not you, it sounds rusty."
After saying this, Chen Fan stepped into Mu Mansion, as for Lao Luo, one person stayed at the same place, gazing at Chen Fan's back which was getting farther and farther away.
He suddenly figured out why Mu Wanrong valued Chen Fan so much.
It could be because of his potential, it could also be the identity of the Spirit Seeker, but more importantly, it was this heart.
The original Lao Luo only thought that Chen Fan had a cold nature and was determined to kill, but today he realized that Chen Fan actually had such a spring-like side.
In other words, Chen Fan was as cold as ice when dealing with his enemies, but he was as warm as spring when dealing with his friends.
Obviously, the Mu Family nowadays was already Chen Fan's friend.
What having such a friend meant to the Mu Family at this moment was already self-evident.
Chen Fan did not know the complex thoughts in Lao Luo's heart, slowly stepping in the Mu Mansion, looking at the mansion that was not considered luxurious, but was decorated in extreme detail, his heart suddenly had a feeling of tranquility.
Passing through the front yard and the side hall, he walked into a moon door, and the scene inside changed abruptly.
The fragrance of grass and trees came from the tip of his nose, and there were birds singing in his ears from time to time, staying in such an environment for a long period of time could really be refreshing.
In a pavilion in the distance, the wine and food had already been prepared, and Mu Wanrong was standing on the side waiting for Chen Fan to take his seat.
Today, she was wearing a plain color Luo skirt, not wearing half a bit of powder, but she had a breathtakingly pure beauty.
"Should I not congratulate you on your martial refinement and successful cultivation?"
Looking at Chen Fan who was walking towards her, Mu Wanrong said with a smile.
Who knew that Chen Fan unexpectedly shook his head, pointing to the table of fine wine and food, "I think you should worry if the food is cold and the wine is not strong enough!"
The two of them smiled at each other, like a spring breeze, envying the others.
Slowly taking their seats, no one said anything, they just picked up a glass of wine and clinked glasses, a crisp sound blossomed, turning it into the beginning of the banquet.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
After three rounds of wine, Chen Fan softly inquired. But all he got was a long sigh from Mu Wanrong and a slow shake of her head.
"I don't have any other intentions, only that if you really want to help me, you are not strong enough today."
"When I saved you that day, I did have the intention of using you as a springboard, but I think that it is not now, so I would like to ask you, to continue to grow, and when the time is ripe, I will look for you."