As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he found a man in his early twenties standing at the door of his house, dressed in light cyan ancient attire, trying hard to peer inside through the peephole. When he heard the noise, he turned around, and with huge dark circles under his eyes, he excitedly rushed forward.
Yun Qi subconsciously took a step back, holding up a skewer of candied haws, pointing the sharp end at the somewhat crazy-looking man in front of her, and shouted in a childish voice, "What are you doing, back off! Or else I'll poke you with this skewer!"
The man wasn't angry at all, obediently stepped back with an undisguised excitement on his face, "Are you the Little Master Yun Qi? I'm Lu Zhao, a loyal fan of yours."
Yun Qiuce impatiently dismissed him, "Alright, alright, no need for loyal fans, our Qi doesn't need them. If you have something to say, just say it. If not, you can leave."
