In the South courtyard of Wuyuan, a room the same size as Mo Ran's hut, a young man with a strange smile on his face looked at the letter written by Xuan paper in his hand. Can't help but stupefied for a while, then, the young man folded the rice paper several fold, threw it on the table, shouted to the outside: "little fruit, little fruit?"

soon after the words fell, a young man ran in in in a hurry, looked at the young man with a wicked smile in a sweat, and asked, "boss, what can I do for you?"

when the young man saw Xiaoguo come in, he...