Zhong Daqiao and Ai Ni were speaking face to face.
Although they had to maintain social distance,
they were still within a certain range.
Song Yunuan silently took out an iron ball from her handbag; she was carrying an exquisitely made handbag from her own family today, made of genuine leather, which her grandfather had seasoned and then colored orange.
The beautifully crafted orange handbag contained a handgun, as well as mud pellets and iron balls, and, of course, a slingshot.
At this moment, Song Yunuan took advantage of the moment when Zhong Daqiao, Xue Meirou, and everyone else's attention was on Ai Ni, and whispered to Zhong Shaoqing, "Five seconds from now you're going to kick Zhong Daqiao and Xue Meirou aside, starting now..."
Zhong Shaoqing knew Little Nuan was up to something.
He knew she didn't care for attending some lousy banquet.
Wasn't causing trouble more fragrant?
