Lan Mu still glared at her with angry eyes, and she responded righteously, "If you can come, why can't I?"
The typical case of 'officials are allowed to set fires, but the commoners can't even light a lamp.'
That's how he's been spoiled!
Lan Mu arched an eyebrow, "You want to compare yourself to me?"
His face turned icy to the extreme, his eyes emitting a dangerous signal.
Yan Zao was fearless, countering him neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Am I inferior to you in drinking or in playing?"
Zhou Sicheng watched Yan Zao and almost couldn't resist giving her a thumbs-up.
No wonder, from childhood he had admired Yan Zao for her fiery character and that pride deep in her bones. Aside from her, he hadn't seen anyone who didn't regard Lan Mu highly.
Leaving him and Zu He out of it, even Yu Yesang, who was over one meter seventy tall, seemed to shrink in stature and become demure in Lan Mu's presence, showing him considerable respect.
