"Cough, cough."
Luo Zhan did not expect her to know even about Xue Rufeng's infiltration into the Nanqi court. He was secretly alarmed, and a thin layer of sweat beads broke out on his forehead.
"Brother Zhan, don't be nervous. Qingluo has no ill intentions."
Lin Qingluo smiled warmly, "I just want to discuss some things with Brother Zhan."
"What's the matter, Little Qingluo?"
Luo Zhan took a quiet, deep breath, forcibly swallowed his astonishment, and put on a spring breeze-like smile again.
"The new head of the Wang Clan from Long City, Wang Rong, and I have met once."
Lin Qingluo's eyebrows raised lightly, revealing a hint of teasing: "If you think about it, I am his savior."
Long City?
Lin Xiaoyang, holding a teacup, paused, recalling the secret report about Xue Ji from the Shadow Guard, and felt a surge of anger.
"The person who saved Wang Rong's life is you?"
At the same time, Luo Zhan's breath hitched, full of disbelief.
"Mmhm, yes."