Ling Yunfeng stood there in a daze, and waited until Ling Luoyu's figure disappeared, then he looked at the clothes in his hand.

"What is this kid talking nonsense?"

Outside the gap, Qian Yingluo was standing there with her hands stirring the corner of her clothes and stood there slightly crampedly.

Ling Luoyu stood leisurely beside her, with a very rude spirit.

"Girl, how old is?!"

Qian Yingluo had no good feelings for her, but due to Ling Yunfeng's bloodline, she could only glar at her disgust.

"Young Master, please respect yourself!"

"Oh..." Ling Luoyu's smirk at the corner of his lips became even heavier, and he thought he shook his head very casually: "Young Master is not ashamed of yourself!"

Qian Yingluo rolled her eyes and flew out, too lazy to pay attention to her, and looked at the gap.

In the gap, Ling Yunfeng was wearing a crescent white gown, and his hair was rubbed out in a mess.

The long hair covers his face, which makes the beard on his face more masculine.

Qian Yingluo glanced away at a glance, and her whole body seemed to be in a bad state. Her breath was slightly brisk, her cheeks were pink, and she stood sideways shyly, and she looked at them but didn't dare.

Ling Yunfeng did not notice what was wrong with her, but instead tidied up her clothes quite awkwardly.

"Yu'er, where did you get the clothes? Would it be too eye-catching to wear such a color at my age?!"

In order to be easy to install, clothes of different sizes and styles are stored in the chaotic quiet.

As his fingertips flipped, Ling Luoyu added a black jade hairpin in his hand.

"Dad, this is a blind date for other people's royal family. If you are dressed in a mess, how can we do it? Come on, sit down and I'll help you tie your hair!"

Ling Yunfeng thought about it, so he immediately found a place to sit down.

"By the way, how do you know I'm here?"

Ling Luoyu's hand with his hair tied up could not help but pause: "It's the message that Xuanchen left to me!"

"He's here too?"

Ling Luoyu was surprised: "Dad, don't you know?"

Ling Yunfeng was even more confused: "How could I know? After I parted with you, I arrived here. I thought I was looking for the whereabouts of Xiyan and her son, but there was no trace... Later, I thought that since I came, I could not return empty-handed, so I thought about taking Mao Zhi's head back so that he could truly return to his roots!"

He seemed to remember something and frowned.

"Xuanchen, where is he? Why aren't he with you?!"

"I want to know where he is!"

Ling Luoyu tied his hair bun and put his hairpin on his hairpin.

"But I don't know what's going on, he seems to be avoiding me. Even your news was also given to me by him through someone else..."

Ling Yunfeng heard the loss in Ling Luoyu's words, and then grabbed her hand and gently put it into her palm.

"Yu'er, Dad absolutely believes in the character of Xuan Chen! He will never fall in love with you now, so there must be a reason! I think he may have his own unyielding difficulties, so he cannot come to see you in person..."

"Dad, where do you want to go, I absolutely trust him! I was just a little angry and he didn't tell me anything!"

Ling Yunfeng smiled meaningfully and shook his head: "Yu'er, Mo Xuanchen's world, you haven't stepped on it yet. When you step into his world, you will find that no matter how powerful he is, he can cover the sky with one hand, there will still be too many helpless things!"

Ling Luoyu squatted in front of him, his eyes were burning with his head held high, and he looked at his eyes burntly.

"Dad... do you know something about Xuanchen?!"
Chapter completed!