Looking at her sorrowful sister, Lu Yunshuang comforted her: "Sis, just relax, Yang Fan, even if you throw him into a cesspit, he'll be fine. Even if it's a den of wolves or tigers, this guy can still come out alive, and who knows, he might even charm a she-wolf or a tigress to bring home."
Lu Hanshuang chuckled, "Sis, it's a crude way to put it, but you're not wrong, our master also said Fanfan is the Demon Lord of Mayhem, and he could live a hundred years,"
"So just relax. What you should worry about is, when this kid comes back, what if he brings a bunch of women with him? What if each of these women is holding a child, then what?"
"Then that would be…" Before she could finish, Lu Hanshuang, teased by her sister, was left speechless: "I have no idea too."
…
"Master, Yang Fan has left."
In the study, Uncle De whispered to Lu Shaowen, who was reclining on a deckchair.
