Zhan Beiye had no choice. At a disadvantage right from the start, Zhan Beiye had to struggle more in order to receive the most basic treatment from others. A moment of weakness would lead him, and his mother, to be trampled on.
Meng Fuyao sighed, studying Yan Lanzhu, whose eyelids were slowly dropping. 'What a naive child, but with so much love to give.' Meng Fuyao felt they were a good match.
The more she thought the stranger it seemed. Ya Lanzhu wasn't weak. 'How did she suddenly fall asleep just like that?'
Immediately after she smelled a faint fragrance, fresh and tempting. She turned sideways and saw a pair of profoundly smiling eyes.
Zhangsun Wuji stood amid the hazy room light, smiling ever so charmingly while smirking and gesturing for her to keep quiet. "Shhh…"
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but laugh. 'What is he up to?' He had already deactivated her acupuncture points.
