Old Cen looked at Long Qingru with a serious expression, and his gaze fell over her shoulder on Long Xi’er’s face. The latter was obviously shaken by the eyes of Old Cen, and desperately hid behind Long Qingru.
She always felt that the elder’s eyes were like clear-faced mirrors, and there was no way to hide in the person’s heart.
Long Xi’er was a little frightened by the look.
“I was invited by my client.”
Old Cen took a deep look at Long Xi’er, and replied Long Qingru’s words, but her attitude made her feel more confused.
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