Suo Lun spoke, then pointed straight at Gui Qinshu.
Suddenly, Gui Qinshu's face turned deathly pale, as she underwent a drastic change.
At that moment, Ling Ao, who was in a loft above, fiercely unsheathed his sword and roared, "I'll kill him!"
Having said that, he was about to rush down to tear Suo Lun into a thousand pieces.
This was his and Gui Qinshu's engagement dinner, and yet Suo Lun had the audacity to humiliate him so blatantly, to slap him in the face like this.
"Hmm?" Zhi Li gave a cold hum and said, "I find this wager rather interesting, and it's actually a good opportunity to kill Suo Lun. Deaths during a duel are very normal, and it would be perfectly justifiable."
At these words, Ling Ao's face turned deathly white, and he nearly gritted his teeth until they bled.
"What? Are you not satisfied?" Zhi Li asked indifferently.
"Your servant, dare not!" Ling Ao bowed deeply and said.
"Then just watch the show from here." Zhi Li ordered.
