".. You guys are too loud."
"I understand." Lu Yuan nodded with a smile.
Si Tingxue glared at Lu Yuan in anger. There was obviously something wrong with this guy's tone.
However, Si Tingxue's gaze was quickly attracted by a white staff embedded with an ice-blue crystal in Lu Yuan's hand.
Lu Yuan waved the staff in his hand and said with a smile, "Do you want it?"
Si Tingxue pursed her lips and looked at Lu Yuan. "Yes, I do."
"You don't think it's a betrothal gift too, do you?" Lu Yuan laughed evilly.
Rebecca, who was squatting on the ground, whimpered and curled up into a ball.
Si Tingxue glanced at Rebecca and then glared at Lu Yuan. A slight blush appeared on her pretty face.
She shifted her gaze slightly and said with a trembling voice, "You can't understand my ancestor's meaning better."
Hearing this, Lu Yuan's expression turned slightly strange.