The smile suddenly faded, turned around, and his cold eyes met the man: "This is..."

Mr. Tang sat down at the table: "He is the son of an acquaintance of mine, his name is An Yi..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Yi immediately got up and respectfully bowed to Ling Luoyu.

"I have seen Miss Ling."

Ling Luoyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Do you know who I am?"

An Yi smiled brilliantly: "I know it naturally, and speaking of it, I want to call you my sister-in-law!"

Ling Luoyu looked at Mr. Tang.

Mr. Tang frowned: "Speak well!"

An Yi looked serious: "I know that you have never recognized me as an apprentice, but in my heart, you are already a master. Since you are my master, then Mo Xuanchen is my senior brother and his wife, isn't it? Is it my sister-in-law?!"

Mr. Tang gritted his teeth, a little helpless, and a little impatient: "I told you a long time ago, I won't accept you as my apprentice!"

An Yi continued to laugh: "Master, it is your business whether you accept me as your apprentice, but it is my business if you recognize you as my master. I like to call you Master. You are happy. Yes, when you are upset, don't pay attention to me!"

Ling Luoyu looked at ease in his eyes, with a little more playfulness: ...this guy has a high enough emotional intelligence.

If he were to be someone else, he would entangle Mr. Tang like this, and he would have been slapped in the face a long time ago.

But this kid can actually be leisurely and contented. Sitting here playing tricks shows that Mr. Tang is not very repulsive to him from the bottom of his heart.

But since he is not rejected, why not accept him as a disciple?

Mr. Tang rubbed his eyebrows and looked helpless: "You go out first, I have something to tell Miss Ling, stay at the door and don't let anyone in!"

An Yi immediately got up, respectfully: "Master, don't worry, I will be at the door, and I will ensure that you won't let a mosquito come in!"

He turned to leave, and Mr. Tang solemnly instructed: "Remember, you are not allowed to eavesdrop!"

An Yi made a gesture: "Master, don't worry, the apprentice has taken note of your words!"

Smiling at Ling Luoyu, he withdrew from the door.

Ling Luoyu's eyes: "This guy is a bit interesting, he looks clever, but a very suitable disciple, why does Mr. Tang refuse?"

Mr. Tang looked at the direction of the door meaningfully: "This is a protracted fierce battle. Whether we can live or not is still unknown. This old bone of me doesn't matter, but why bother to take a young life and follow me. Come to the funeral?"

Ling Luoyu was silent for a moment.

Mr. Tang sighed: "Now, things have developed to this point. We are on the arrow and have to send it. As for those who have not entered the game, let them settle down first!"

Ling Luoyu narrowed his eyes: "Are we all going to die?"

Mr. Tang shook his head: "I don't know, maybe..."

Ling Luoyu became even more sad: "With your strength, Mr. Tang, you can't guarantee yourself, so how can we people settle down? Wouldn't it be even more deadly?"

Mr. Tang sighed again, feeling very sad: "So, if you can enjoy it while you are still alive, you should hurry up and enjoy it!"

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "Mr. Now... seems to regret it a little bit?! Isn't it regretting that you got into our muddy water back then?"