"Yes, master." Yuan Ziyan floated over from a distance, entered the pavilion, and bowed to Lu Qingluan: "President Lu."

Lu Qingluan nodded lightly.

She was extremely dissatisfied with Yuan Ziyan and could feel the arrogance hidden in Yuan Ziyan.

"pen and ink."

"yes."

Yuan Ziyan quickly grind the ink and handed it on purple hair.

Li Chengkong quickly completed a portrait with his pen, and the paper was painted a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance.

"Go and look for it." Li Chengkong said: "Find him."

"Yes, lord." Yuan Ziyan lifted the paper, blew a light breath, and was about to leave.

"Slow down." Lu Qingluan said.

Yuan Ziyan stopped.

Li Chengkong said: "Chen Luan, do you recognize it?"

Lu Qingluan's face looked extremely ugly.

Li Chengkong could see that she recognized this person.

Lu Qingluan looked up at him: "You can't make a mistake, right?"

Li Chengkong smiled: "It's probably true that you really recognize this person?"

Lu Qingluan nodded slowly.

"It's not yours from the Yongli Temple, right?"

"……yes."
Chapter completed!