Qin Zhe's peripheral vision glanced at Master Long's face, and the corners of his lips curled up evilly.
He knew that Master Long was looking at the place where the black box was hidden just now...
There must be some ulterior secret there.
Qin Zhe felt confident in his heart, and the smile on his lips grew wider.
It seems that staying in Longzhai is a good choice...!!
"Miss, please come this way..."
The steward stepped forward and bowed to Ansu Yang respectfully.
An Suyang slightly fluttered his wet eyelashes, his body trembling slightly.
I was in the water just now and kept swimming, but I didn't feel cold at all.
We were on the shore, the cold wind was blowing, and I couldn't help but shiver all over.
Qin Zhe felt that the person in his arms was trembling slightly, and his brows were knitted tightly.
He picked An Suyang up from the waist and said two words coldly, "Lead the way...!!"
The housekeeper was stunned and looked back at Master Long.
Mr. Long seemed to be thinking about something and waved his hand.
Only then did the housekeeper dare to lead them forward...
Master Long kept looking in that direction, the meaning in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
Looking back, he glanced at Qin Zhe's back, with a bit of searching in his eyes.
Does he have an ulterior motive for staying in Longzhai so shamelessly?!!
Could it be that he wanted to take a risk on himself?
Are you checking your own details here?!!
Master Long couldn't help but smile slightly.
What's wrong with you?
Who is Mr. Long?!
The entire upper city is his territory, when has he ever been afraid of others?!!
Even if he wants to lurk in Longzhai to collect evidence, what is there to worry about?!
This is his territory. If Qin Zhe wants to run wild here, isn't he looking for death?!
Master Long sneered, his eyes falling on the bamboo raft floating not far away.
It was already covered with water, and the poles were still on the bamboo raft carelessly.
There was a slight pain in his eyes, and a beautiful picture appeared in front of him.
His wife, wearing a retro-style cheongsam, stood gracefully on the bamboo raft, holding the pole, humming some ancient tunes, and rafting gracefully in the lotus pond like a fairy.
She looked back at him with a smile as bright as a flower, and that smile would captivate a country or a city.
Large lotus flowers surrounded her, which further highlighted the scene of people being more delicate than flowers.
Mr. Long was in a daze and reached out to grab her hand, but he fell from the shore into the lotus pond without paying attention.
Plop!!
After a loud noise, a large piece of water burst open...!!