Yu Zhiyuan boarded the bus, glanced around, then alighted quietly.
After pondering for a moment, he asked solemnly, "Master Feng, are Elder Yuan and the others also staying on the bus?"
He didn't think it was necessary for the old man to stay in the manor, but he found it hard to accept such differential treatment.
If you insist on putting it that way, let's be clear about it, Feng Jun asked earnestly, "Should the old man's security level be rather high?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhiyuan understood that the concern was about these people coming in and overshadowing the host.
He hesitated before speaking, "The number of people could be controlled."
"It's not about control," Feng Jun shook his head decisively, articulating each word, "It's that in my manor, irrelevant people, should, not, be, let, in!"
Yu Zhiyuan gave him a peculiar look. At this time, you're telling me this? "This might... be inappropriate."
