Lu Yuanpeng turned his head and glanced, seeing that the surrounding Bai family soldiers were all busy and no one was paying attention to them, he said, "You don't have to worry about it... I'll take care of your lifelong affair! What do you think of my sister?"
Sima Ping paused in his steps, raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Yuanpeng.
"Let me tell you, my uncle is especially..."
"Get lost, get lost, get lost..." Sima Ping pushed Lu Yuanpeng away again.
"Hey! I'm serious with you! My uncle really thinks highly of you!" Lu Yuanpeng stuck to him again.
Sima Ping halted his steps, keeping his arms crossed, earnestly looking at Lu Yuanpeng: "Lu Yuanpeng, I need to tell you something..."
"What?" Lu Yuanpeng looked foolishly at Sima Ping.
Sima Ping's gaze fell on the strand of stylish hair beside Lu Yuanpeng's temple that had been cut: "Earlier, the strand of hair you left beside your temple bumped into my sword and got cut..."
