As soon as Fang Lin said this, Master Zhong and the elderly woman were both seething with anger, especially the elderly woman, who directly scolded with rage, "You brat! How dare you slander me and Master Zhong, it's unforgivable!"
Fang Lin curled his lips, "I haven't even said anything yet, and you're reacting so strongly, it seems I was right. You must be having an affair with Master Zhong, otherwise, you wouldn't have stepped in to stop it when you saw Master Zhong was about to lose."
The elderly woman's face turned ashen, and she was about to speak again, but Fang Lin didn't give her the chance, continuing, "However, one should know oneself. Look at Master Zhong, although he is old, he is still the epitome of scum—no, I mean talent—with a presence and image that make him a perfect older gentleman. Now look at yourself, skin and bones, looking like an Old Pickle; better not set your sights on Master Zhong, he won't take a fancy to you."
