He smiled coldly, as if he was surrounded by evil spirits. Anyone who heard this would shudder in fear. "Who gave you this scar on your chest?" "What does it have to do with you?" "What if I want to pursue the matter?" "Hmph ..." If you want to pursue this Young Master's matter, you have to ... Unless you have two legs! Eh? You really have two legs! " His eyes were wide open as he pretended to be surprised. Then, he loudly refuted: "Mosquitoes... It really is a mosquito bite. Ahhh, don't come over, save me ... "