Ma Chao looked at Zhao Yun, whose imposing manner seemed to pierce the sky, with shock—at this moment, Zhao Yun indeed had a momentum comparable to Lyu Bu.
"Zilong, come back for dinner!" Lyu Qiling personally invited Zhao Yun, and Zhao Yun naturally turned his head, the imposing manner vanished, and he warmly responded to Lyu Qiling's invitation.
"Well, Zilong, are you really going to fight with my father?" Lyu Qiling asked quietly while shoveling rice.
"Not fighting is impossible," Zhao Yun said gently, showing no sign of worry whatsoever. Lyu Bu was strong, but Zhao Yun, who had suffered for a month, was pressed until he finally erupted, wasn't weak either.
"How about I talk to my father? With Second Aunt there, there's really no need to fight," Lyu Qiling said, lowering her head and squeezing her fingers, her face a bit flushed. On the other side, Ma Yunlu pretended not to see or hear anything, turning her head to look at the wall.
