“Yes, Ru Long, show Xiao Rou around.”
Jiang Zhen Hai said while nodding his head.
“Yes, father!”
Jiang Ru Long’s voice was shivering. Everyone in the room could notice that. His face turned red, and the skilled, 9th level Qi Jing master was dragged out of the room by Mu Rong Xiao Rou.
“I wish you all the best, brother.”