Just when Yin Yishui took a step forward and wanted to say something, the door that had been closed was suddenly opened. The owner of Lanshan, who was waiting for the result downstairs, walked into the room alone, with reserved eyes and cautious eyes.
After taking a look at the people in the room, there was a hint of caution on the older man's face, which could also be said to be a bit fearful.
"father!"
"master!"
When the two women saw that the person who really made the decision had arrived, they called him at the same time as if they had seen their backer, with all kinds of grievances in their voices.
"Dad, it's so good of you to come. This man is too arrogant. You must make the decision for your daughter!" Yin Yishui didn't wait for the owner of Lanshan to approach, picked up her overly long skirt and ran towards him. When she got in front of him, she was coquettishly angry.
She took his arm and said aggrievedly, a thin mist of water appeared in Shuiling's almond-shaped eyes, which was particularly unbearable to look at.
"Yes, Master, he is too presumptuous!" Ling'er also echoed, glanced at the man in black and walked towards them.
"You all get out!" The owner of Lanshan frowned and glanced at his daughter who was aggrieved and about to cry, but then quietly ordered them all to get out. His old face with Chinese characters was filled with a different look. Such indifference made Yin Yishui
After being in a daze for a moment, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief and called: "Dad..."
"Don't go out yet!" Without the usual love and indulgence, the owner of Lanshan still gave the order seriously. The father's stern expression brought her back to her senses, but the sourness in her heart suddenly filled her heart!
Yin Yishui bit her lower lip and glared at the owner of Lanshan unwillingly, then turned her head and glanced fiercely at the man in black who had made her so embarrassed. The look in his eyes was filled with resentment!
She didn't stay anymore, picked up her skirt and ran out of the room, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Miss..." Ling'er chased out worriedly, leaving the two people in the room alone.
Without anyone else around, the owner of Lanshan still looked a little reserved. When he walked to the man in black, he bowed politely. After straightening up, he said politely: "Young master can use the cold silk and ice soul, so this purple water blue shirt should be yours."
It belongs!"
Hearing this, the man's eyebrows flew up, and his eyes suddenly became sharp when he looked at him. Even though there was a layer of black gauze in front of him, he still had a cold and cold aura!
"You are worthy of being the owner of Lanshan!" The man said in a low voice as if he was praising him. The other hand hanging by his side slowly lifted up and took off the black hat on his head. Suddenly, his handsomeness was revealed in front of others!
The master of Lanshan did not expect that this person would be Murong Jue, the son of the emperor. He was stunned for a moment and then bent down again, calling respectfully: "See you, Your Majesty!"
[Ouch, the tickets are not enough, folks are not enthusiastic]