Looking at Little Treasure's leisurely departure, Mo Su Yun sighed with frustration. Wasn't he really no match for Little Treasure Despite his efforts and painstaking planning, could it be that he still couldn’t compare to that seemingly carefree fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth Could the people of Ding Prince’s Manor really have such unique advantages No way!,Outside Nanjing City, Leng Junhan, dressed in white clothes stained with blood (both his own and others'), was fortunately not seriously injured. He無奈地低頭看了看身上的傷口，回頭再看向身後，一直追在他身後的大內侍衛還冇有追上來這才微微鬆了口氣，靠在山坡上準備歇息片刻。,Mo Xiuyao said calmly, "Tell Mosuiyun that I have taken these two people away. If he wants them back, let him come and get them himself." Mo Xiuyao’s son had caused trouble; when faced with it, his father still had to deal with the consequences, even if he spared Cold Junhan out of respect for Leng Haoyu.。