Not Good with Words? It's Dependent on Who

Lu Zijia moved her feet without a trace and hid behind her Dao Companion, laughing secretly.

Even though his Dao Companion was a bit quiet, she wasn't weak at all. Just like this moment, the old man in front of him was probably going to suffer internal injuries from holding it in.

"Kid, can't you say a few more words?"

Si Changtao finally couldn't maintain his smiling face and rolled his eyes at Mu Tianyan angrily.

Mu Tianyan's expression was calm, as if he didn't see Si Changtao ruin his image. "Seniors, why are you here?"

At Si Changtao's request, Mu Tianyan really said a few more words.

However, Si Changtao still felt good and frustrated!

"Why must I have some reason to be here?" Si Changtao, who was holding his breath, deliberately asked angrily.