"That's right, Luo Huaian is my adopted son. You need not worry about today's events; no one in the Nine Cold Sect can trouble you!"
Han Wenxin was filled with confidence. "An Gouzi, this little guy, I can't vouch for his abilities elsewhere, but when it comes to loyalty and friendship, he'll do his utmost to protect you when he hears my voice."
At this moment, Han Wenxin looked at Ye Chen and shook his head with a bit of frustration. "Meeting you is perhaps the unluckiest event for me. I told you to steer clear of trouble, yet you insist on bringing me headaches. These karmic ties are all burdensome!"
Hearing these words, Ye Chen dared not retort, for he relied on Han Wenxin to save him. He could only chuckle awkwardly and refrain from joining the argument.
Seeing this, Han Wenxin said no more, merely shook his head with disapproval.
