God, what exactly did Mu Qing say? Why does the older sister seem to be on her side? Zhang Ziwen felt wronged. At the same time, he saw the look of disdain in An Yun's eyes. She understood. The message in those damn, talkative beautiful eyes couldn't be clearer: he's fickle, a total womanizer, a terrible man. Now, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't clear his name. Zhang Ziwen was in agony, unable to voice his bitterness.
"Brother Wen... poor Sister Qing, she... she's about to..." Tang Shu's eyes glistened as if she were holding back tears, struggling to finish her sentence.
"What is she about to do?" Zhang Ziwen had a sneaking suspicion that it was bad news. God, no more bad news, please. He was still concerned about the little lioness. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her.
Tang Shu subtly shook her head, letting out a long sigh. It was a delicate balance of reluctance and regret that made her look rather melancholy.
