When Zhu Qilue turned his head to look at the displaced person, just about to inquire a bit.
Who knew.
The displaced person widened their eyes and spoke first.
"Master, forgive my offense, may a humble folk speak with you?"
Zhu Qilue was startled, hurriedly saying, "No need to use such lowly language, just talk to me normally. I am not like other young masters. I told you I wouldn't tease you, and I won't."
"Understood, humble folk understands." The displaced person lowered their head, always curling up their body in a panic-stricken manner. Obviously, they still didn't quite believe Zhu Qilue's words, so they kept their body tense, ready to flee at any sign of trouble.
"I said, talk normally." Zhu Qilue frowned and said coldly.
"Uh... yes..." The displaced person nodded and whispered.
"So, what do you want to say to me?"
"Hum... I do have something I want to report to you, Master..."
"Speak."
"I wonder, Master, are you looking for Lin Fan?"
