"This time, elder brother, you're not coming to play a role of seizing love with a saber drawn? I feel that story is more exciting."
Lin Huaiyu smiled with curved eyes and brows.
Hearing Zhou Ping'an's instructions on how to proceed next, she couldn't help but smile until her teeth almost broke.
She thought to herself that if this really happened, it would certainly infuriate someone to death.
It was highly targeted, and would be an utterly mind-shaking blow to Seventh Young Master Tang, who was accustomed to being the center of attention, like the moon surrounded by a myriad of stars.
"No need, the story of seizing love with a saber might be more straightforward, but it wouldn't expose the true heartless nature behind Tang Baoyu's seemingly passionate façade, nor the shady dealings of the Tang Family's tyrannical grip under the facade of public decency.
