At Least Give Me Something to Wear!
When Luo Chen Shu saw that the one speaking from the inner room was actually Lu Feng, surprise inevitably flickered in his eyes.
Though the two had not interacted much in Eastern Origin Spirit Prison, among those who had trained there, how many would not know Lu Feng's name?
"Is he the First Young Master's Honored Guest?"
Luo Chen Shu looked at the guard in astonishment, unable to help secretly admiring Lu Feng's methods.
He himself had only returned to the family not long ago. Lu Feng, at most, had only been here for ten days or half a month—how had he suddenly formed ties with the Luo Family's dignified First Young Master and even been treated as an Honored Guest?
For a moment, Luo Chen Shu even felt a trace of jealousy.
As a Hidden Guard of the Luo Family, once he completed his training, he would surely serve at the Luo Family Head's command. What he pursued in this life was nothing more than the two words, "being valued."
By then, Lin Xiaojin had already risen to her feet.
Because Lu Feng had spoken, the guard no longer stopped Lin Xiaojin.
"Hold it!" Luo Chen Shu suddenly called out to stop Lin Xiaojin, who was nearly inside the room, and questioned again, "If you came to see the First Young Master's Honored Guest, why did you climb over the wall to enter? And after entering the estate, why did you sneak about and knock out a servant?"
Lin Xiaojin's entire body instantly stiffened.
Inside, Chu Youwei's breathing grew hurried with tension, and she instinctively clutched the clothes on Lu Feng's back tighter.
Fortunately, Lin Xiaojin thought quickly and handled it.
"I... I didn't dare come see Big Brother Lu openly."
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