Long Chengyu...
Hua Luofu furrowed his brow, took a deep breath—
"This man, so hard to control; let's just let the brothers tear each other apart. Depending on the situation, we can stir the pot. Yinyin, this time you must learn to be smart."
"I know."
"Be cautious in everything. Long Qingqing is a thoughtless woman; just humor her from time to time. At a critical moment, she can still be of great use. This woman is a live chess piece in the hands of that old lady."
After thinking for a moment, Hua Luofu couldn't help but give another reminder.
Hua Qingyin nodded.
Then, father and daughter headed down the stairs.
...
The car was still traversing through the night, and Shu Yimo's head was a bit groggy as she leaned on Long Chengyu's shoulder, half-asleep. Her eyes slightly closed, but the scene from before hadn't been forgotten. She glanced at the man's cold, frosty expression and, after a moment's thought, she spoke—
"Do you have a deep grudge with that Hua Luofu?"
