"I want to do it too!"
Hearing Mu Qingyue's earnest voice, Pei Wanyu narrowed her eyes slightly: "What do you think I've done to him?"
"He won't tell me." Mu Qingyue slightly raised her head, as if trying to use her eyes covered by black cloth to look at Pei Wanyu's eyes: "You won't tell me either, so I can only guess."
Pei Wanyu handed the wine cup to Dong Han, speaking softly: "So no matter what I say, you also want to do it?"
Pausing for a moment, she continued speaking, her voice seemingly carrying a hint of sarcasm: "Do you really dare?
If you truly had that courage, after all these years, would you really have been preempted by Qingmiao Palace's Zhu Nanzhi, would Jin'an only have senior sister and disciple feelings for you?"
With wide eyes, Dong Han looked at the Deputy Sect Master in surprise. It was the first time in years hearing her use such sharp words toward Senior Sister.
