"Surname Quan, if you have something to say, just say it; if you have to fart, just fart. Can you not force me to swear? Can't we have a bit of decency?"
Gazing at her coolly, Lord Quan the Fourth smiled faintly, "Zhan Xiaoyao, your temper is getting worse. How will you ever get married?"
Dammit, he still dares to complain about her temperament?
With a cold laugh, she retorted rather rudely, "Let me tell you, if you really push me too far, I'll slaughter you, believe it or not?!"
"Believe."
Lord Quan managed a smile that wasn't quite a smile and furrowed his brow, suddenly presenting the laptop in front of her.
"Come on, take a look!"
Eyeing it suspiciously, Zhan Se discovered that the screen displayed an organized compilation of case files related to Duan Ming and Wei Cuo.
Emperor Quan, just what is his actual identity?
Curiosity can be so shameful, triumphing once again over the anger in her heart, she straightened up, "What are you getting at?"
"Let's hear your opinion."
