He sneered coldly, like a ghost lingering in the air, who shudders when he hears it. Who did you owe this mark on your chest? He has a brave face, what does it have to do with you? What if I want to pursue it? Young Master, unless...unless you have two legs!!! Uh? You really have two legs! He stared wide-eyed, pretending to be surprised, and then argued loudly that mosquito bites...really mosquito bites, Ah, don't come here, help me...