It was under this sort of gaze that Qin Yu appeared. He didn’t glance at the Young Master Bai who seemed to want to overturn the heavens, but instead he looked at Tutou trapped in the cage. He frowned.

Tuba’s face was filled with slaughter intent. If it weren’t for the fact that he was scared of provoking unnecessary troubles for His Highness, he would have already rushed forward and trampled this bastard into a gooey mess.

“This is my person. Why is he imprisoned here?”

Bai Qizi furrowed his eyebrows. “Who are you?” He suddenly put on an enlightened expression, “Your Highness Holy Son. Haha, how amazing, I never thought you would come to my dwelling. What an honor that is!”

Qin Yu’s eyes were indifferent. “Answer my question.”

Bai Qizi’s boastful smile stiffened and his complexion paled a little. “If Your Highness Holy Son is asking me, I don’t dare to not respond. Yesterday, this vulgar fellow rushed in to take people and inexplicably came into conflict with us. This is really just a misunderstanding. Since this person is the Holy...