Zhou Sicheng's attitude was clear, but he couldn't help asking, "Don't you care about Sangsang's face?"
"Aren't we all adults who should be responsible for our words and actions?"
As he spoke, Lan Mu lifted his head to look at Zhou Sicheng, his eyebrows playfully raised.
His entire face exuded not even the slightest bit of warmth.
Zhou Sicheng asked, "What if Yan Zao is the one who loses?"
Lan Mu: "Impossible."
He lowered his head and continued eating.
Zhou Sicheng pressed on, "But what if?"
The hand Lan Mu was using to pick up food paused for a second, and then he picked up a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing the beef, he looked up at Zhou Sicheng, "There is no 'what if.' I will not let her lose."
His casual tone didn't diminish the firm attitude he was trying to convey.
Unless he, Lan Mu, was taken down, how could his wife possibly lose to someone else in trivial matters?
