C198 Ghost Face Ice Bees

Feng Yimo couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Back in the Picturemiddle Mountain Painting, Zuo Shuxin had resorted to calling him "Boss" repeatedly in a desperate bid to escape. Now, he had switched to calling him Brother Feng. At least he'd owned up to taking the Picturemiddle Mountain scroll.

"What was Brother Zuo rushing about for earlier?" Feng Yimo inquired with a detached tone.

"Ugh