Ling Luoyu: "First of all, my brother is not that kind of person. Secondly, the prerequisite for us to respect you is that you must respect us!"

Seeing that she was really angry, her face was not good.

The girl quickly wanted to explain: "Miss Ling, you have misunderstood my meaning..."

Ling Luoyu didn't want to listen to her explanation: "This is not a misunderstanding, this is the most basic respect. You have to look at us with a normal look instead of using your malice. After speculating on us, you silently define our nature! "

The girl was even more anxious: "Miss Ling..."

"Sanduo, go down," the voice of the old woman with a gasping dull voice came from the inner room.

Ling Luoyu's eyes sank.

The girl was tearful and seemed to have endless grievances: "But I..."

"Don't worry, Miss Ling, such a smart and honest person, will understand what you mean!"

The woman's gasping was a little more hurried.

"Listen to me. From now on, this girl Ling will be your new master!"

Ling Luoyu raised his eyebrows instantly, without speaking.

The eyes of those girls were a lot of surprise in an instant.

But no one questioned it either.

They all stood up in silence, knelt on the ground, bowed their jaws and saluted.

"the host!"

Ling Luoyu smiled indifferently: "I'm a little frightened, I have become their master before we two meet each other?"

The old woman smiled: "You can't hear my voice anymore. If you want to come, we really have been apart for too long!"

Ling Luoyu looked at everyone noncommitantly: "If I say that I am their master, can my order be executed unconditionally?"

The old woman coughed twice: "Three flowers!"

The girl named Sanduo knows and bows her head: "What is the master's order, please tell me!"

Ling Luoyu: "I didn't expect other orders, but there is one thing, my brother...Can you trouble my sister to help him loosen his tie, and then send it to me?"

Sanduo hesitated: "But...we always forbid men from entering here!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes: "Really? Those elder sisters are embarrassed. From now on, the rules here have to be changed!"

She suddenly yelled at the room with her head up.

"Grandma, I think you shouldn't mind me changing this... more pedantic rules?!"

In the room, the old woman finally heard a laugh: "Bad girl, are you kidding me?"

Ling Luoyu smiled and walked into the room: "How dare I forget my grandmother's voice? When I heard your first cough, I knew it was you!"

Her footsteps stopped quickly.

Standing at the door of the room, tilted his head slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, she looked at Sanduo: "Sister Sanduo, can you please come over in person and bring my brother over?"

When it comes to this, what else can Sanduo say.

She agreed, got up and left.

After entering the room, Ling Luoyu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

In the memory, that aura of eight meters eight, Queen Fan's grandmother Mo Xishu, at this time no longer has the grace of the past.

She leaned on the soft couch, her legs covered with a thin quilt.

The gray hair was not combed into a bun, but simply braided and hung over his chest, making his face paler and bloodless.

If it weren't for her voice, as well as the look in her eyes, it would be as gentle and heroic as before.

At this time, Ling Luoyu couldn't connect her with the high-spirited woman of the past.