Just as Lan Zhengqing was pulling Lan Yunwei, hurriedly trying to leave.
Zhu Qilue walked over leisurely at that moment.
"Where did you say Lin Fan is?"
Without a word of greeting, and not bothering about Lan Zhengqing's broken arm, he coldly inquired about Lin Fan's whereabouts.
That indifferent, ruthless, calm expression showed no concern for anything.
Lan Zhengqing frowned, sized Zhu Qilue up briefly, and then looked at the unconscious, severely injured Zhu Ruoling in Zhu Qilue's arms.
"What's wrong with Ruoling?"
"It's none of your business. Just tell me now, where is Lin Fan?"
"Heh, strange! You ask me where Lin Fan is right off, why should I tell you? Who do you think you are, asking me for information?"
Lan Zhengqing sneered, showing utter disdain for Zhu Qilue.
Zhu Qilue's eye twitched fiercely and his expression turned hideous and terrifying, pupils shrinking, as his icy gaze focused on Lan Zhengqing.
Looking at him, Lan Zhengqing couldn't help but shiver.
