Wen Nan was overjoyed.
Speaking of the devil, and he shall appear?
He adjusted his non-existent cuffs, leaned back tactically into the sofa, and soon saw a familiar figure rush into his cramped reception room.
Blonde Hair?
Wasn't this the guy who was taken out by an opponent's skill in the teahouse of [Feng Shui Huan] guild and disappeared right there? How could he have revived with full health?
Just as he was thinking, the blonde-haired guy walked to the front of the sofa, looked at Wen Nan sitting down and then at Yu Shujun standing by, finally locking his gaze on Wen Nan, and nodded with his chin, asking:
"Are you the guild leader?"
"That's right," Wen Nan said, pointing to the single sofa beside him, "Please have a seat."
The blonde-haired guy took one glance at the pathetically small single sofa and thought to himself, is this a toy for a doll's house? It's so small that not even one cheek could fit, and you're asking me to sit? Is this a joke?
