The corner of Meng Fuyao's lips twitched as she picked up Tang Yiguang by the collar. After staring at the tear-stricken face for a few moments, Meng Fuyao sighed helplessly.
Should she really kill Tang Yiguang? This dimwit child whose intelligence was only that of a four-year-old?
Conflicted, she looked towards Zong Yue to try to garner some constructive advice from him. However, Zong Yue ignored her and looked up towards the sky. "I'll only tell you that it's not true that she's a dullard."
'Of course, she is,' Meng Fuyao thought as she rolled her eyes. If not, could she and Zong Yue not have spotted it? Would they have allowed her to get close to Meng Fuyao at the most crucial stage, while Meng Fuyao was totally unaware? If she was not a dullard, how could she still execute her mission without any hesitation, even at the stage when the monkeys were about to scatter from the toppling tree?
