She always had an air of haughtiness about her, if not disingenuous flattery and mockery.
He held the doorknob with one hand and clenched his fist with the other.
Yan Zao had just been chatting with Lan Mu, and the door to the private room was so well-sealed that she hadn't heard any noise from outside, so when Lan Mu pushed the door open, she was startled.
She paused, taken aback.
Cheng Xingzhi was the first to speak from the side, "Amu, long time no see."
He smiled slightly, as courteous as ever; those who had never seen him lose his temper would think he was a man without one.
Only those who had seen it knew how ruthless Cheng Xingzhi could be.
Lan Mu suppressed the surge of anger in his chest, looked at Yan Zao with a cold smirk, and said, "My private room, you're enjoying it, aren't you?"
The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder.
Zhou Sicheng took advantage of Zu He's distraction and pushed him forcefully, sending him into the private room.
