"Hahaha!"
"Young Master Lin, did you sleep well last night?!"
Early in the morning.
Lin Fan was holding Su Qiong, still in a sweet dream.
Last night's overwhelming victory had drained his energy, and it was quite late when he finally fell asleep.
However.
Early in the morning, Mo Chen sent someone to wake him up, forcing him to come to the main hall.
So.
When Mo Chen spoke with a loud laugh.
Lin Fan was still half-asleep, with bleary eyes.
"What's good about it... damn..." Lin Fan replied impatiently.
"Ahem!" Feng Qingshui, also with dark circles under his eyes, had stayed up late cleaning up after the events of last night. "Young Master Lin, please mind your words in the main hall."
On the surface, he was reminding Lin Fan to watch his language.
In reality, he was afraid Lin Fan might accidentally spill the beans about last night's incident.
Lin Fan frowned and looked at Feng Qingshui who was winking at him, suddenly realizing.
