"I'm afraid of being reckless." The shopkeeper lowered his head, bowed, and bowed to Han Yue.

"Did you admit it, right? You said I haven't been here before? Then, go to Room 1, Piaoyun Room with me to check it out, have I already moved in?"

Han Yue said, then grabbed the shopkeeper's clothes, dragged him all the way upstairs to the room she had asked for before, and kicked open the door.

However, the room was neat and clean, not like someone had moved. The originally messy bedding was stacked neatly on the bed, and Hanyue's eyes were almost falling out. How could this happen? She had just gone down for a while and the room was cleaned up.

"You said, where did you take Mr. Ling? Who told you to do this?" Han Yue was furious and grabbed the clothes on the shopkeeper's chest, looking as if she wanted to bite him to death.

She felt that the people in this inn could not do this for no reason. Someone must have instructed him to do this. And the waiter who had taken her money and disappeared, were they all teamed up to deal with them?

No one knew about her doing these things, and even her dad didn't know who was the one who interfered with it? What a bad thing for her?

"Young Master Han calms down, I really don't know what you are talking about?" The shopkeeper said with a very scared look on his face.

"You..." Han Yue became anxious and glanced around the inn. She didn't know what to say for a moment. The other party refused to admit that she had been here, and she had no choice.

She was so angry that she had to leave Fenghuaju. She had to find out who had ruined her good deeds and wanted to tear him into pieces.

After she left, Xuanyuan Wuheng slowly walked out. His face was swept at the shopkeeper's face and said, "That waiter, give him another sum of money and send him away."

"Yes, the Pavilion Master." The shopkeeper said respectfully with his head down.

After a while, Luo Feng, who was responsible for sending drunk Dongfang Ling back to the house, also came back, and said to Xuanyuan Wuheng, who was sitting upright, "Master, it's done."

"Well, let's go back to the other courtyard." Xuanyuan Wuheng responded lightly, then stood up and walked out of Fenghuaju's door.

"..." Luo Feng followed up with a silence, looking at the back of his master, and suddenly felt that his master's back was so lonely.

"Luo Feng..." Xuanyuan Wuheng called Luo Feng.

Luo Feng immediately accelerated his pace and chased after him, asking, "Master, what are your instructions?"

"How many years have you been with me?" Xuanyuan Wuheng asked. Luo Feng was two years younger than him. When he was in his early years, he had no parents. When he was six years old, he bought Luo Feng from human traffickers and gave him the name Luo Feng.

In those years, they practiced martial arts together, experienced the warmth and coldness of the world together, and worked together to create today's Xuanyuan Pavilion.

Luo Feng was no longer an ordinary entourage to him, and they were even more of a relative.

"It's been twenty-four years, master." Luo Feng replied in a low voice. He looked at Xuanyuan Wuheng in confusion, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have more emotion and vicissitudes today. "What's wrong, master, do you have any worries?"

"No, you should take Chunying back to Bixiu Villa tomorrow."

"Master, aren't you going with us?" Luo Feng asked excitedly. Didn't you agree to go back together a few days ago?
Chapter completed!