Xiao Luo Yan curled his lips and didn’t care much about it. In front of outsiders, he was a capable Young Master, but in front of Na Lan Qing, he was just an ordinary child. “How is Xiao Teng, Yan’er?” Na Lan Qing suddenly thought of that influential concubine, and her eyes suddenly turned cold. Now Xiao Teng’s position in ...