Lu Chen was taken aback by the words and immediately started panting heavily, his breathing resembling the sound of a bellows.
"I'm only worried about you, yet you act so carefree."
Lu Chen entered the room, only to find the place in disarray. The antique rack had fallen against the wall, and the ornaments on it were scattered all over the floor.
Even the table had a corner sliced off, and the armchair was covered with sword marks. By the bed, a man dressed in black lay on the ground.
"Tsk tsk! Quite intense! Consider yourself lucky you didn't end up dead!"
Lu Chen felt he'd lost composure earlier, so he quickly made a couple of annoying remarks to cover his embarrassment.
Gu Chengyu said nothing but instructed Ming Mo to prepare another bedroom for him.
Lu Chen glanced at Gu Chengyu, seeing him unharmed, and then turned his attention to the man in black on the floor.
