As she regained her balance and saw clearly who almost collided with her, Zhu Yu's frown deepened.
Standing in front of her was none other than Yan Daoxin, who should have been guarding those bottles of Chang'e Drunk.
"Did I just bump into you?" Seeing Zhu Yu's expression wasn't right, Yan Daoxin thought he hadn't stopped in time and might have hurt her, so he hurriedly asked.
"Why did you come running over here?" Zhu Yu didn't bother answering his question and asked instead.
"Isn't it because Lu Zhang is almost dying, so I rushed over to see? No matter what, I have to keep him alive!" Yan Daoxin spread his hands helplessly. "Though I don't like the guy, since Lu Qing is here, if this scoundrel dies here, Lu Qing will surely find it hard to explain.
His maternal grandfather is not someone who reasons or understands what humans say!"
