As for Martial Uncle Hong Ling, Su Fan refused to go no matter what.
Who knew what crooked scheme that woman was plotting this time?
She had actually tried to stuff a direct-line legitimate daughter from the House into his arms as a concubine. The sheer absurdity of it—how had she even thought of such a thing?
To bind Su Fan firmly to the House's power, Martial Uncle Hong Ling had truly stopped at nothing.
"No time..."
In the past, Su Fan had shown her some respect, since she was a big shot at the Integration Stage in the sect.
But this time, he no longer indulged her bad habits. A clean refusal would save him from endless entanglement later.
"Fine... you win..."
Martial Uncle Hong Ling sent only that one message, then stopped pestering him.
As for whether she would get angry, Su Fan did not care in the slightest.
Their relationship was simple: they were merely bedmates. Surely sleeping together once did not make it love.
At that moment, Su Fan suddenly knitted his brows.
He had a feeling Martial Uncle Hong Ling might come knocking on his door directly again, just as she had last time.
At that thought, he immediately rose from the reclining chair and hurried out of the Portable Secret Realm.
After leaving his Cave Mansion, Su Fan went straight to Cai Songlin's place.
At that moment, Cai Songlin was frantically busy inside the house.
Business in the market was booming. He was on his feet from dawn to dusk every day, barely finding time to catch his breath.
When he saw Su Fan enter, Cai Songlin froze.
This big shot was someone who rarely showed his face even a few times a year. Why had he suddenly come today?
Cai Songlin hurriedly set