The Phoenix Clan's Gift of Thanks (11)

Hearing this, everyone in the courtyard turned their heads and looked at the door.

As expected, Zhao Lin, who was wearing a golden-red robe, was standing in front of the courtyard.

But his expression was obviously not good as he glared fiercely at Huang Yueli and the grill beside her, his eyes seemingly about to spew fire.

"What are you all doing here? I can hear you guys gathering here from afar! The black smoke in the courtyard is everywhere. What does it look like?"

Zhao Lin reprimanded everyone sternly. He turned his head and looked at Little Wang Cai who was sitting on a big rock. His gaze became even more fierce.

"Especially you! Radiant, what are you doing here? What's with the herbs around you?"

"Uh, this, this…Big brother... Cough cough…"

Little Wang Cai shrunk its neck and subconsciously jumped down from the big rock. It took a few steps back and hid behind the small mountain of medicinal herbs.