C97 Bloody Rain and Foul Wind
Chiang Luoyu narrowed his eyes and closed the folding fan in his hand. Without looking at the expression of the old butler, who was following him behind him, he clenched his fists and said in a low voice as if he had finally made up his mind.
"Uncle Cang Liu, there's something Luoyu wants you to do."
The old man didn't expect his question to cause Chiang Luoyu to fall into a long silence