C820 A Storm Is Brewing

At the same time, at the lake manor of the Qiu Family.

On the second floor of a small pavilion.

An old man who had been protecting Qiu Yinong was standing respectfully behind a scholarly middle-aged man.

"Uncle Fu, are you alright?"

The scholarly middle-aged man turned his head and asked softly.

"Master, Miss is fine. She just suffered a bit." Uncle Fu answered respectfully