Di Jiang was not polite and found a random place to sit down.
After being busy for a while, Sun Simiao put down what he was holding.
A teapot jumped up on its own, poured tea for the two of them, and then returned to its original place. Then, the two cups of tea flew in front of the two of them.
"It seems that my mental strength has improved recently, and I can control it to this point."
Di Jiang looked at the cup in his hand with admiration.
"Studying that mentally perverted guy named Ye Fan every day, you have to be more diligent in whatever you do, and you can't be pulled too far by him, right?"
Sun Simiao blew the tea in his hand.
"Why did you come to me suddenly?"
Di Jiang took a sip of the tea in his cup.
"It's not a big deal, I just want to ask you, when will Ye Fan's consultation fee be paid?"
Sun Simiao laughed twice.
"What? He can't stand it anymore?"
Di Jiang rolled his eyes.
"I have a partner. What does it look like to just run to you every day without my partner? Besides, what do you want Nan Yu to think?"
Sun Simiao was caught off guard and was given a mouthful of dog food. He was filled with bitterness, why didn't he have a partner?
"Okay, okay, then I'll let him go. Anyway, I've almost done my research."
Now that Ye Fan's matter has been resolved, Di Jiang smiled.
"Now that we've finished talking about Ye Fan, let's talk about mine."
Di Jiang looked at Sun Simiao with a smile.
Sun Simiao suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
He saw Di Jiang taking pictures of the stack of portraits of female cultivators in front of him.
"What's going on with you recently? You don't want to be a medicine cultivator, you want to be a matchmaker. Two days ago, you just told me that you wanted to find a partner for Jiuyin, and in the past two days, you have made plans for me again."
Sun Simiao stared blankly at the pile of portraits of female cultivators on the table, with only two words filling his mind.
"Fuck me!"
When did this guy Ye Fan steal all the portraits of his female clients?
Sun Simiao was at a loss for words now. Seeing Di Jiang's questioning look on his face, he simply couldn't express his pain.
After all, when he originally collected these portraits, he did have the intention of introducing someone to Di Jiang, but he didn't expect that he would be sold out by Ye Fan before he could take action.
"Hey, Di Jiang, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Di Jiang stood up and began to move his hands and feet.
"Don't be impulsive!"
Sun Simiao's eyes wandered around, trying to find a place where he could escape danger.
"Tell me, you don't even have a partner, so why are you so anxious about other people's affairs?"
Di Jiang smiled and said to Sun Simiao, but his actions were not so friendly.
"By the way, if your age is considered human years, you should be a few years older than me."
Di Jiang clenched his fingers until they made a clicking sound.
"If you're not worried yourself, don't worry about others."
It can be said that Ye Fan framed Sun Simiao with this move and hit the muzzle of Dijiang's gun.
Normally, he would definitely not be so angry, but in the past two days, because of Zhu Jiuyin's incident, it can be said that emotional issues have become a taboo for Di Jiang.
After burning the incense, Di Jiang left with satisfaction.
On the ninth floor of Guangming Pavilion, a pig-headed man was lying on the ground looking at the ashes on the ground, wanting to cry without tears.
"Ye Fan, your uncle, you wait for me!"
Sun Simiao, who was beaten into a pig's head, no longer cared about his image. He was on the ninth floor, cursing Ye Fan loudly.