Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Her master is here with me, are you still worried about not seeing the cat?" Jun Moyan's mouth evoked a thought-provoking smile, watching Wen Xiaoai's eyes softer and softer.

"What do you mean... you want to keep this person?"

"Ok."

"Ah... Third Young Master, we have known each other for so many years. Honestly, do you like this little girl?" Bai Yi asked boldly.

Jun Moyan stroked her eyebrows for a while, and was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered, and did not answer the boring question of Bai Yi.

Whatever looks good or bad, this little thing is raised by him, no matter if she is a person, a cat or a demon, she is his Jun Moyan!

Seeing Jun Moyan did not answer, the white-clothed hippie smiled ambiguously: "San Shao, this little girl looks young and can't be anxious, she has to be raised."

"Don't talk nonsense." Tsing Yi spoke up and said with a serious face: "San Shao, this little girl went to the Baijia Casino. Are you sure it was just accidental?"

"..."

Seeing Jun Mo Yan did not reply, Tsing Yi continued: "San Shao, I heard that this Bai family has a side branch who knows some side ways, I don’t know if it has anything to do with that crow..."

Tsing Yi did not go on, but the meaning was already obvious.

Even if Jun Moyan refused to say it, he still couldn't hide the sudden appearance of Wen Xiaoai.

Let’s not talk about how she got into Wuyuan. How can anyone come looking for a cat?

Moreover, she seemed to have known the Third Young Master a long time ago, and she dared to point her nose at the Third Young Master.

Tsing Yi wanted to ask, what did the third master hear through the bug along the way with Wen Xiaoai.

Why did I squeeze my Bluetooth headsets when I was under the casino?

"Three young masters, you have to be clear about your identity, let alone a woman, even if you are a child, you have to guard against it."

"Lao Qing, wouldn't you say that this little girl and that Bai Tang are acting for us to see, and suspect that there is a suspicious relationship between them? You think this little girl deliberately approached the third master?" Bai Yi is not as careful as Qing Yi. , But it's not a person who judges people by appearance.

It's just that Wen Xiaoai doesn't look like a bad person.

Tsing Yi did not reply to Bai Yi, but continued to ask Jun Mo Yan:

"Three Young Masters, you have a lot of contact with the Bai family. Have you ever doubted whether the Bai family is related to the Bai Mingmen?"

The Bai family is a real gangster family, and it has been active outside the country. Its power is huge and mysterious. Regardless of the world, as long as it is a gang-related power, the Bai family must be respected.

Ace is a local snake in the holy city, and the Bai family is the real leader.

Only after the death of Bai Tang's father ten years ago, the Bai family began to wash their hands in the golden basin.

The grandfather of Bai Tang, the current Patriarch of the Bai Family, Bai Yuan, cut off several evil forces that were difficult to discipline under the family, and then took the direct children of the Bai Family into the Holy City.

Since then, he has been dominating the holy city, covering the sky with only one hand.

For ten years, the Bai family has not been successful in whitewashing, and it has always been half black and half white.

But even so, the people on the road still respect Bai Yuan, and they still worship every new year and festivals, with a respectful call of Bai Lao.

There are usually some tricky things, and he will come to ask for help, and Bai Yuan will also help.

Bai Yuan can be called a generation of heroes. He speaks of loyalty, wants brothers, and is really worthy of respect.

Tsing Yi shouldn't have suspected that he was related to an evil force like Bai Mingmen with no moral bottom line.

It's just that the only Ace who may be related to the White Underworld Gate happens to be in the Holy City. The Bai family just knows some sideways, and Wen Xiaoai suddenly appears, and this white casino has caused such a thing again... it's too much. coincidence.