"Humph!"
Lan Yi snorted coldly, scanning the young man in front of him up and down, and sneered: "Kid, do you want to curry favor with our Lord Mansion and then hit on Sister Lan Yue? Let me tell you, stop dreaming. My Sister Lan Yue is already betrothed to Feng City Lord, the only person so young to hold the position of City Lord among so many people."
The young man's expression slightly changed, and he said sarcastically: "Lan Yi young master is joking. I truly admire the Lord, as for Feng City Lord..."
He glanced at Feng Jingtian, the mockery in his eyes deepening.
"I fear he won't become the son-in-law of the Lord Mansion."
Upon hearing these words, the people of the Lord Mansion turned their heads to look at the bloodthirsty red figure under the moonlight, and when they saw Mu Ruyue before him, their faces didn't look too good.
"It's her!"
Lan Yue's face changed completely, and her tightly clenched fists began to tremble violently.
This is truly an incessant haunting.
