Ye Feng with a sweep of his great hand, "Come in and talk!"
Having said that he himself pushed his wheelchair, taking the lead towards the living room.
Hong Qingyan, while pushing the wheelchair, looked at these two individuals who exuded an imposing aura from head to toe, her heart trembling, especially with that phrase "greetings, my king" from just now, which deeply shook her.
"Your Highness?" Hong Qingyan was both shocked and confused because this was far beyond her comprehension.
Seventeen, on the other hand, was silent, also sizing up the two sudden guests just as the two legion commanders were also observing him. To some extent, there was a resemblance in the air about them.
However, the two legion commanders clearly had a more awe-inspiring presence, and of course, they were much more powerful.
Seventeen did not speak, nor did he ask any questions; he just did what a follower should do.