Chu Liuchen walked in slowly, looking elegant and noble.

After walking up to Shao Wanru, he slowly turned his head, reached out to hold Shao Wanru's hand, and took a few steps toward Shao Jing. He looked up slightly, revealing a lazy smile. His eyes were as dark as ink. "Are you... going to fight with me, Marquis Xing?"

He waved his hand, and his guards stepped back.

When Shao Jing saw Chu Liuchen, he felt like he had been splashed with a basin ...