C158 The Expelled Duckweed
He walked down the charcoal stairs neither too fast nor too slow, timing right in front of the man.
His double-edged phoenix eyes were filled with dignity. His tone was frivolous, but it was not funny.
"Did you ask me about the person who wanted to take me away?"
The man received the signal of extreme danger. He trembled as he greeted, "Young Master Su. .
