Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty: Farewell

After speaking, Li Qingyan chuckled and turned to leave.

Xu Yuan watched her tall and slender figure disappear around the corner, remaining silent for a long time before abruptly cursing under his breath:

"Damn it."

"......"

Jiang He glanced at him, "Vulgar."

Xu Yuan shot back a look, "What do you know, old man?"

Jiang He's cheeks twitched, "Then tell me, how exactly does this old man not understand?"

Leaning back in his chair, Xu Yuan crossed his legs.

"Didn't you hear just now? My safety is being protected by Li Qingyan."

Jiang He frowned,

"What of it?"

"That's why I say you don't know shit."

"....."

Jiang He's face wrinkled in irritation, and just as he was about to explode, Xu Yuan suddenly clarified with a cheerful explanation:

"Old Jiang, it's a simple logic, don't you think that as the Third Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion going to the Northern Frontier, it should be Master Zong protecting me?"