On the ring road expressway, Lin Fan gripped the steering wheel tightly.
The appearance of his master had greatly boosted his confidence in breaking the formation.
But what exactly was this thing to the north, and why had his master just mentioned that this was their true objective?
"What did you mean by what you just said?"
In the passenger seat, Zhao Jiaqi's question caught Lin Fan off guard.
"I... what did I say? That was just everyday chat with my master, don't be fooled by his age, he may even be older than Mr. Zhang, but he never acts seriously for a moment."
"Not that, it's when your master said... that Jiaqi and Xu Zhi Rou are disciple daughters-in-law... What do you mean 'not yet'?"
Zhao Jiaqi glared at Lin Fan, visibly outraged.
"They are indeed 'not yet', what's the problem?"
Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, which only infuriated Zhao Jiaqi even more.
