Leon Luo had just opened the door a crack when Yin Bansi squeezed in.
The courtyard environment that Dong Shuangyu arranged for them was quite good. Each of the four walls of the bedroom was inlaid with a string of shark pearls, which naturally glowed at night, just like daytime, but the light was softer than the sun.
Under the illumination of the night pearl, Leon Luo looked left and right, but couldn't tell who had the uglier face at this moment, the disfigured Yin Bansi or the pretty John Han.
Yin Bansi narrowed his eyes at Leon Luo, probably wanting to complain about his kidney problem again. But he had already judged that Leon Luo would die of lovesickness three or four years ago, so he was too lazy to waste time on this issue today.
He got straight to the point: "Dong Shuangyu, the disciple of the White Tiger Sect, are you familiar with him?"
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