"Master Fu, we are from the Wanwang Mansion." Wan Weizhi stepped forward.
“…”
Fu Chun clicked his tongue, his eyes swept over the crowd of people, his face darkened a little, and he put down the teacup in his hand heavily. The teacup made a crisp sound when it touched the stone table.
The voice made Wan Weizhi frown slightly. It was obvious that the other party was not in a good mood.
"What does Master Fu mean?"
"I just let you in. Who allowed so many people to enter the secret door?" Fu Chun said in a deep voice.
"I was inconsiderate." Wan Weizhi bowed and apologized.
"snort."
Wan Weizhi was also a smart man. He turned around and immediately dismissed the guards and asked them to go out and wait. Only Wan Lingling, Prince Wan and Zhang Mao were left in the dark room.
Fu Chun's sullen expression finally relaxed a bit. He picked up the teacup again, blew on it, took a sip and said, "Tell me, what does the Wanwang Mansion want from me?"
"The weather is hot and my father has suffered from severe heatstroke. He needs to be placed in a cool place to relieve his heat. Please, Mr. Fu, give him a favor." Wan Weizhi said.
Upon hearing this, Fu Chun tilted his head slightly and looked towards the chair. The face of the person on the chair was blocked by Wan Lingling's head, so he could not see the person on the chair clearly.
He put down the cup, stood up and walked over to see clearly: "Oh, it's really the Wan Wangye."
A hint of disgust flashed in Wan Lingling's eyes.
"It's been really hot these past few days. Heatstroke is no small matter. Have you seen anyone?" Fu Chun raised his hand and touched Old Prince Wan's forehead. "It's really hot. I don't think it's heatstroke. It's probably a heat cold."
"Uncle Zhang is a doctor and has already given father some medicine." Wan Weizhi said.
Fu Chun withdrew his hand: "Since it has been cured, why are you still looking for me?"
"I'll have to trouble the owner to arrange the guest rooms."
"I see..." Fu Chun looked so surprised. He turned around and waved to the doorman next to him: "Go to the hall and find the steward."
The doorman nodded and left.
Seeing how efficient the other party was, Wan Weizhi bowed and thanked him, "Thank you, Master Fu."
"Master Wan, don't be so hasty to thank me. We may not have a room yet."
When Wan Weizhi heard this, his eyes flashed.
Soon the doorman came in with the steward.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly. I'm almost busy to death." The manager said irritably when he came in. When he saw Wan Weizhi and his group paused, he snorted coldly and walked past them.
Fu Chun laughed at this: "Oh my, the scholar is so angry that he swears. It's rare."
"Stop talking nonsense and what are you doing?"
"It's nothing big, just asking if there are any rooms available."
"No more, no more." The manager waved his hand.
"Really gone?"
"What's going on? If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself." The manager was annoyed by the noise in the room.
Fu Chun laughed: "I believe it, I believe it."
"Hmph, those who come in near closing time are all showing off their status, acting like they are the king. Bah, no matter who they are, if they dare to yell, I will chase them away." The manager rolled up his sleeves, obviously annoyed by the waves of people coming in.
Fu Chun touched his nose and twitched the corner of his mouth. He looked at Wan Weizhi and said, "Master Wan, you heard it all. There are no rooms left."
“…”
He came to him because he knew there was no room!
Upon hearing this, the steward's gaze fell on Wan Weizhi and he sneered, "No wonder he's so arrogant. It turns out these guys are the deputy director's friends."
Wan Weizhi frowned.
"What? Do you know each other?" Fu Chun asked.
"When these people first moved in, there were still two rooms on the first floor left, but people were too rich to even look at them. They almost threw the door numbers in my face," the manager said sarcastically.
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