Dong Huiying raised an eyebrow and chuckled, finding this quite amusing.
After the Yan Family Master was alarmed, he immediately donned his clothes and hurried over, as his children lived nearby.
The Yan Family Master's offspring had died considerably over the years, but the line was not cut off.
The servants walked ahead, lighting the way for the masters.
As they neared the east wing where Yan Xiyu resided, the expressions of those young masters and misses of the Yan family grew increasingly grim.
"Mother..." One of them stepped forward to support the Yan Family Master.
The Yan Family Master frowned deeply, filled with anxiety.
By the time the group arrived, Li Luo had already been subdued by the servants of Yan Xiyu's courtyard.
The girl with the black cloak was full of ferocity, both elated and full of hatred.
She had come for revenge, like an Asura from hell.
Yan Xiyu was dressed in snow-white undergarments, infuriated.
"Damn it!"
