"Master Fu, we are from Wanwang Mansion." Wan Weizhi stepped forward.
"..."
Fu Chun clicked his tongue, his eyes swept over Wu Yangyang's people, his face sank a little, and he put down the teacup in his hand. The teacup made a crisp sound when it touched the stone table.
That voice made Wan Weizhi frown slightly. It was obvious that the other person was not in a good mood.
"What does this mean, Master Fu?"
"I'm just letting you in. Who allowed so many people to enter the secret door?" Fu Chun said in a deep voice.
"I didn't think carefully." Wan Weizhi apologized with his hands in hand.
"snort."
Wan Weizhi was also an understanding person. He turned around and immediately dismissed the guards and asked people to go out and wait. Only Wan Lingling, Prince Wan and Zhang Mao were left in the dark room.
Fu Chun's sullen face softened a little. He picked up the tea cup again, blew on it and took a sip and said, "Tell me, what does Wan Wang's Mansion want from me?"
"The weather is hot and my father is suffering from severe heatstroke. He needs to be placed in a cool place to relieve his pain. I would like to ask the owner of the library for his convenience," Wan Weizhi said.
When Fu Chun heard this, he 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 did not see the person clearly.
Putting down the cup, he stood up and walked over to see clearly: "Oh, it's really Prince Wan."
A flash of disgust flashed in Wan Lingling's eyes.
"The weather has been really hot in the past few days. Heat stroke is not a trivial matter. Have you checked with someone?" Fu Chun raised his hand and touched Prince Wan Lao's forehead: "It's really hot. I don't think it's heat stroke. It's probably a heat cold."
"Uncle Zhang is a doctor and has given medicine to my father." Wan Wei insisted.
Fu Chun took back his hand: "Now that you have been cured, why do you come to me for anything?"
"I have to ask the owner to arrange the guest room."
"That's it..." Fu Chun looked like this. He turned around and waved to the doorman next to him: "Go to the hall and find the steward."
The doorman nodded and exited.
Seeing how neat the other party was, Wan Weizhi cupped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you so much, Mr. Fu."
"Master Wan, don't be in a hurry to say thank you. It's not certain whether there will be a room."
When Wan Weizhi heard this, his eyes flashed.
Not long after, the door attendant led the steward in.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, hurry up. I'm almost too busy." The steward said irritably when he came in. When he saw Wan Wei Zhi and his group, he paused, snorted and walked over them.
Fu Chun laughed when he saw this: "Hey, the scholar was so angry that he cursed. It's so rare."
"Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing?"
"It's not a big deal. I just want to ask if there are any rooms."
"No more." The steward waved his hand.
"Really gone?"
"What's going on? If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself." The steward was annoyed by the room.
Fu Chun chuckled: "I believe it, I believe it."
"Hmph, everyone who comes in before closing time is showing off their identity. Each one of them seems to be the king of heaven. Bah, no matter what his identity is, if he dares to make noise, I will kick him out." The steward rolled up his sleeves, obviously being agitated. Wave after wave of popularity.
Fu Chun touched his nose and twitched the corner of his mouth, and looked at Wan Weizhi: "Young Master Wan, you have heard that there are no more rooms."
"..."
He came to him just because he knew there was no room!
Upon hearing this, the manager's eyes fell on Wan Weizhi and he said coldly: "No wonder they are so arrogant. It turns out these are friends of the deputy director."
Wan Weizhi frowned.
"What? Do you know each other?" Fu Chun asked.
"When these guys first moved in, there were still two rooms on the first floor, but they were so aristocratic that they looked down upon me. The house number almost hit my face." The steward said in a strange tone.
