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"You dog of a man."
"You little bitch."
Curse, curse, curse, a blazing inferno at the doorstep.
Jiang Muwan had smoke coming out of her seven orifices because of Gu Jiangnian's provocations that day.
And Gu Jiangnian was equally infuriated by Jiang Muwan's retorts, as if flames were bursting from his forehead.
Both of them were harboring anger at the moment, neither willing to back down.
"Lan Ying," Jiang Muwan strode over, and with a fierce move, she pulled open the door, calling out for Lan Ying loudly.
Downstairs, as Lan Ying, who was carrying tea upstairs, came to a sudden halt, she quickly made her way up to those burning with rage.
All you could hear was someone bellowing, "Make a pot of green tea for your master; I believe he's very fond of this stuff."
Gu Jiangnian's original intention that night was good.
Yu Se called him back to Mengxi Garden. Normally, he would have declined.
But that day, using the excuse of the Winter Solstice, he couldn't refuse.
