Proofreader, Prof Zhu Yuan Mo Yan slowly falls from a high place, looks at Zhu Ya who stands opposite him, raises his eyebrows and says, “Xianjun unexpectedly comes to my palace. What can I do for you?” “Put the house in order,” Zhu Ya answers calmly. Zhuang Xu’er, standing aside, is stiff after hearing that. Mo Yan laughs, moves to Zhu Ya in the blink of an eye and murmurs, “She ...