When Zhu Han heard his words, the brow of the sword became deeper and deeper.

"Even so, you shouldn't forget to wear slippers."

Qiu Jiayi's small face flashed a trace of embarrassment. "I'm not too anxious yet! In other words, why are there so many people here? Did Wusheng appear?"

"No!" Yu Zhuhan shook his head and answered concisely.

Autumn Jiayi smelled his words and felt a deep sigh of relief.

Not her, that's good!

She opened her mouth and was about to ask him what had happened. Zhuhan suddenly bent down. When she came back to her mind, she was beaten up and hugged by him.

"Ah! What are...