It was shocking.
The shock was as great as Zhou Li doing a headstand and having diarrhea at the palace gate.
When Zhou Li, dressed in a Confucian robe and carrying himself with grace, appeared on the high platform with Tang Sect's Sect Master, the only thought in Tang Wan's mind was,
Zhou Li.
Fuck you.
She had considered that Zhou Li might be planning some earth-shattering mischief during his absence. She had also wondered if Zhou Li had gone to smile at the underworld somewhere.
But she had never imagined Zhou Li would surrender to the enemy.
Xu Xuan's eyes bulged, and his mouth hung open, lacking any of the elegance of Black Cat, only resembling Tom when he saw Jerry buying real estate—both shocked and incredulous.
Jiang Li, standing nearby, didn't react much; after all, she wasn't very familiar with Tang Wan's family affairs. But seeing Xu Xuan's expression, she sensed something was off.
Had Zhou Li pulled another stunt?
