Qin Ruhai's face didn't look good. They had never shown each other since they arrived in Nanhai Province, but the other party directly named him and said he was from Jinling. It was obvious that they confirmed that Lu Fan was in this box.
"What is your master's name?" Qin Ruhai asked in a deep voice, and at the same time winked at Lu Fan, telling him to be careful.
"The master said that you will know when you come here," the outsider replied.
"Let them come."
Lu Fan said calmly: "Since we are old friends, there is no reason why we should not come to see him ourselves or call a servant to come see us."
Qin Ruhai and Zhong Boyong's expressions changed. There were also female relatives such as Tang Huanxi, Qin Chaoge, and Zhong Waner in the box. Lu Fan asked them to come in directly. If the other party came with bad intentions, wouldn't it be inviting a wolf into the room and exposing everyone to danger.
There was no movement outside the door, but I could hear footsteps walking away.
"Who could it be?"
Qin Ruhai's brows knitted together. He really couldn't imagine why they were still discovered by outsiders when they concealed their whereabouts so deliberately.
"We'll find out when it comes." Lu Fan looked indifferent, turned his head, and returned his gaze to the auction house.
Not long after.
There was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
Lu Fan turned around and watched as the door opened and two figures walked in. Then they closed the door and stood in the box.
One male and one female.
The woman is wearing a black short skirt, a pair of leather boots under her slender snow-white legs, her long hair is tied up high, and she does not apply makeup on her face, but her facial features are still extremely delicate, with willow eyebrows and starry eyes... she is the kind of person who makes people look at her.
At one glance, a feeling of being like a woman came to my mind. The most important thing is that her temperament is otherworldly.
The man standing next to her was wearing a white robe, short hair, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He exuded an elegance all over his body... However, the most noteworthy thing was the empty sleeve on his left arm.
Lu Wushuang.
Song Jianqiu.
The leaders and special envoys of the Jiangnan region of the Wu League have arrived.
"It's so shameless. You didn't even go when I invited you, but you insisted on letting us come in person."
Lu Wushuang stared at Lu Fan coldly: "You can still be cool now."
Lu Fan looked bitter and glanced downstairs: "Look below, my enemies must be eighty or not a hundred. If I'm exposed, they won't be able to skin me alive."
"Oh, you are afraid that we will be exposed, but you are not afraid? If the two of us leave Jiangnan without permission from the Wumeng headquarters, that is also a capital crime."
Lu Wushuang was also polite to Lu Fan, and directly found a sofa to sit down, then looked at everyone in the room: "You are really here on vacation, you didn't bring any helpers."
In the room, Zhong Boyong, Qin Ruhai, and Tang Huanxi are all ordinary people.
Zhong Waner, a half-step master, was directly included in the category of ordinary people in Lu Wushuang's eyes.
Lu Fan did not answer her words, but looked meaningfully at Song Jianqiu who was standing next to him, and asked with some suspicion: "Your arm..."
"It's broken. I broke it to save my life when we were in Western Xinjiang."
Lu Wushuang answered for him: "Those who came out of Western Xinjiang alive this time are basically physically disabled. Jianqiu is considered well. By the way, what are you doing in Nanhai Province this time? Are you here for that thing too?"
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Lu Fan looked at him and did not answer immediately, but asked: "Which thing?"
