C65 An Eyesore!

Lu Xiuhan lowered his eyes, his eyebrows were filled with coldness.

"Throw him out!"

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Zhuo Heng flashed to the door of the private room, one hand each.

Without giving the two of them a chance to react, he threw them out.

Pow!

He closed the door and let out a light sigh.

They had just taken care of him