"I thought you all went back to rest... seems like you're in good health."
Instead of getting angry, Lan's mother, upon seeing the father and son glaring at each other, hurried over with a smile on her face.
But the atmosphere showed no signs of relaxing.
Not to mention the Martial Saint, staring at the expressionless Blood Guanyin walking in, Jiang Chen, the instigator, was on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Seeing his wife and daughter arriving, Wu Guangjiang's expression also changed. Just because some things weren't done didn't mean he wouldn't feel guilty.
The air suddenly grew silent.
A pin drop could be heard.
The father and son's conflict dissolved in an instant, but the smell of gunpowder in the room grew even more intense.
"Knock knock knock—"
The sound of knocking was heard.
Since Lan Peizhi hadn't closed the door after coming in, two waiters entered after the knock.
One carried a bowl of longevity noodles, and the other carried utensils.
