"Yeah." Leng Xiaoyu nodded, even though he hadn't been back here for a long time, but he wouldn't go to the wrong house.
"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?" After thinking about it, Leng Xiaoyu, who felt something was wrong, asked again.
"I'm the head butler of this house, and there's no one in this Flame City who doesn't know me. It seems that you all come from a small place! Hmph! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out of here! Don't put bad luck on my master. "The head butler said with disgust, as if Leng Ruoxue and others were the source of infection.
"Haha! Cheap Old Ancestor, it looks like this place has changed hands!" Leng Ruoxue looked at the middle-aged man who claimed to be the big head butler, and smiled neither angry nor frustrated.