Lu Mingyu's persona and the words he spoke were incongruous, making it hard to connect the two. Pei Yiwu was utterly taken aback. Being aloof was merely his protective facade; it was his cunning that was his lethal weapon. Pei Yiwu thought it best to lay low and avoid his novel ideas. "Alright then," she replied cautiously.
Lu Mingyu wanted to shake hands to signify a pleasant conversation, but ended up wincing in pain as he touched his wound. Pei Yiwu thought to herself, "Is he really that delicate?"
The night sky was slightly chilly, the stars flickering like they were trying to escape the clutches of the dark clouds and fall to earth. As their eyes met, Lu Yang's eyes sparkled in the darkness like tentacles lightly prodding Jiang Yanzhou's heart. She quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Guess what?"
Without missing a beat, Jiang Yanzhou smiled faintly and whispered, "A female scammer."
