The moment the door opened, a deranged figure with messy hair and an extremely unpleasant stench rushed towards Jiang Qingwan.

It also let out a strange cry.

Qing Sui assumed that Luo Jiu had sent thugs to chase people away because he was unhappy about being disturbed. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Qingwan and pulled her back, while simultaneously kicking her hard in the chest, sending her flying back into the courtyard where she crashed to the ground with a thud.

The little boy rushed over, yelling, and knelt down in front of Luo Jiu, shouting loudly.

"Master, Master."

Qinghui felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Although she admired Luo Jiu's abilities, she had never seen them.

Unexpectedly, before I even had a chance to ask for advice at our first meeting, I was kicked flying.

She held back her strength, but it wasn't light either.

Luo Jiu clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain, his unkempt beard making him look worse than a beggar in a dilapidated temple.

Qing Sui knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"It was my recklessness; please forgive me, Master Luo."

Jiang Qingwan hadn't expected this situation either, and quickly walked inside.

"Qinghui, go and fetch a doctor."

Qing Sui immediately got up from the ground, but Luo Jiu waved his hand.

"No need, I won't die."

As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang Qingwan's hand.

His excited expression suggested he was afraid she would run away, and his cries were somewhat pitiful.

"Girl, your men hurt me, you have to take responsibility."

That sounds incredibly strange.

It was as if a beautiful young woman, whose body had been seen, was tearfully tugging at her husband's sleeve, pleadingly asking, "Will you marry me?"

Jiang Qingwan felt a chill run down her spine from Luo Jiu's gaze. She tried with difficulty to pull her hand back, but Luo Jiu's grip was extremely strong.

She had no choice but to give up.

"I agree. Now, tell me, what do you want?"