“Master, 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 do you mean by this, Mr. 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 Wei held his hands and apologized.

"snort."

Wan Weizhi was also a sensible 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, saying, "Tell me, what does Wan Wang's Mansion want from me?"

"The weather is hot and my father is suffering from severe heat stroke. He needs to be placed in a cool place to relieve his pain. Please give the owner a convenience." Wan Weizhi said.

Hearing this, Fu Chun tilted his head slightly and looked towards the chair. The face of the person on the chair was just blocked by Wan Lingling's head, so he did not see the person on the chair clearly.

Put down the cup, stood up and walked over to see clearly: "Oh, it's really the Prince of Ten Thousands."

Wan Lingling had a flash of disgust in her 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 Wan Lao Wang'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 already given medicine to my father.” Wan Wei insisted.

Fu Chun retracted his hand: "Now that it's been cured, why are you still coming to me?"

“I have to worry about the hotel owner making arrangements for 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 that the other party was so neat, Wan Weizhi raised 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 sure whether there is a room or not."

When Wan Weiji heard this, his eyes flashed.

Not long after, the doorman came in with the steward.

"If you have something to say, hurry up, if you have anything 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 for a moment, snorted coldly and walked over them.

Fu Chun laughed when he saw this: "Oh, 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.”

“It’s gone.” The steward waved his hand.

“Is it 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, then 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!

Hearing this, the steward’s eyes fell on Wan Weizhi and he said coldly: “No wonder they are so cruel. 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 almost threw the house number in my face.” The steward said in a strange tone.