Is The Young Sect Master's Brain Really Not Working Properly

Time flew. The next night.

Su Qian and the others took a carriage and arrived at the Su family's residence.

Now, the Su family no longer lived in that pitiful little courtyard house. Instead, they moved to a larger mansion. Although this house was not as good as the Su family's mansion, it was not much inferior. At a glance, it looked majestic. It was not a place that the current Su family could afford to live in.

Needless to say, Su Qian guessed with her toes that this house must have been prepared by Fan Jinghua for the Su family.

"Mother, is the Young Sect Master's brain really not working properly?" Su Ye pulled his sister out of the carriage and stood in front of the Su family's new residence. He sighed and asked.

They couldn't blame Su Ye for asking such a question. They were all curious whether Fan Jinghua had nothing better to do to curry favor with the Su family.