Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 297: 297, come chat and catch up.

In the shadows, a pair of deep yet attractive eyes were watching this side, with a hint of amusement deep within them. This person was Ye Lanfeng!

The expressions on the faces of his underlings, however, were not so pleasant. At this moment, they all synchronously made the same movement: they clamped their legs together and shrank back a step. Mu Wanku’s henchmen were truly terrifying—the mere thought of them made one’s buttocks clench in fear. Then, extending that thought further, it was clear that the type of master you have determines the kind of henchmen you get. They had all turned out this way surely because their master had ”taught” them well—no doubt about it!

Ye Lanfeng was oblivious to what his subordinates were thinking and simply watched Mu Hanyan with amusement in his eyes. Every move Mu Hanyan made was so sharp and eye-catching that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He had business to attend to and it just so happened to be in this direction, so he boldly followed behind Mu Hanyan and her group, then brazenly hid in the darkness to ”spy” on Mu Hanyan.

”Brother Bing, does your—does your butt hurt?” This quiet question came from Jin Yuguang, who was the youngest and most impetuous among them. Brother Bing was the name he used for the oldest among them, Zhou Binghai.

Zhou Binghai: ”...” How was he supposed to respond? Tell the truth, that the sight of Mu Hanyan’s henchmen beating someone to a pulp had made him shiver in fear, causing his own backside to tighten?

”Shut up! Didn’t you say you wanted to eat roasted chestnuts? Go buy two bags,” Zhou Binghai scolded Jin Yuguang before turning his head back to continue observing the situation. If the boss was paying attention, then naturally they had to watch as well.

Jin Yuguang grumbled but turned to leave to buy roasted chestnuts. After taking a couple of steps, Ye Lanfeng’s voice lightly floated over: ”Get an extra bag.”

Huh? Jin Yuguang froze, thinking he must have misheard. Did the boss want to eat roasted chestnuts?

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Zhou Binghai couldn’t contain his irritation: ”Just go if I tell you to.”

”Oh, okay.” Jin Yuguang quickly nodded and hurried off.

Ye Lanfeng, without turning his head, kept his gaze steadily on Mu Hanyan.

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”Young Master Jiang, how does it feel? Can we have a little chat and catch up now?” Mu Hanyan wore a face of utter harmlessness, as if the recent gruesome scene had nothing to do with her.

”You, you’re despicable, shameless!” Jiang Yuzhe clutched at his rear, looking at Mu Hanyan with a face full of tragic wrath, tears making him appear all the more pitiful.

In another world, who could have imagined that Ghost Sword Jiang Yuzhe, whose notorious name was said to silence crying babies at night, would end up in such a sad plight.

Even Mu Hanyan felt a twinge of sympathy looking at him.

”It wasn’t me, they started it,” Mu Hanyan said innocently, pointing at Huayue and Zirong as if she bore no responsibility.

Huayue and Zirong rolled their eyes. As henchmen, being betrayed by their master so quickly wasn’t a big deal, but they still deeply scorned Mu Hanyan’s attempt to clear her name: We may be a bit despicable in a scuffle, but when it comes to scheming, who could compare to Big Playboy Mu with a stomach full of bad tricks? Tricks that could result in death without paying the price.

Jiang Yuzhe was fuming, smoke practically coming out of his nostrils. It was himself who had given the orders, and they were carried out by his personal guard, and now she was claiming it had nothing to do with her—how could someone be so shameless?

”What, not satisfied?” Mu Hanyan spotted the rage in Jiang Yuzhe and mockingly asked.