"Yes, madam."
The man nodded hurriedly and left to make the arrangements.
Feng Jiayin's grandson was confused, not understanding why his grandmother was so anxious and why her complexion had turned so off. Who was this Dou Yi? Could he be really powerful?
"Grandma, why are you so nervous? Even if there are cultivators around Benma Real Estate, it shouldn't be necessary for everyone to retreat, right? Otherwise, how could we take Duan Yanran away?" Feng Jiayin's grandson curiously inquired.
Upon hearing her grandson's words, Feng Jiayin shook her head and sighed, not wishing to speak about Dou Yi.
Seeing this, her grandson became even more curious and very interested.
"Grandma, could it be that this Dou Yi has some special background?" Feng Jiayin's grandson asked cautiously, with a speculative tone.