What's called the art of language?!
Gou Huai's performance right now was a perfect example of that art.
No one could find a shred of evidence, yet all three of them were provoked to the point of bristling with anger...
The atmosphere on the scene could be described as rather bizarre.
Su Huai, Chu Changkuo, Chen Nuanhan, Wu Tianyou, were clearly delineated into four distinct sides, facing each other in pairs.
Chen Nuanhan's eyes were full of raging waves, angrily glaring at Su Huai, but she was clearly thinking and not just blindly furious.
The other two, however, were smirking without a trace of mirth in their eyes, filled with emotion.
Even though the tension didn't last long, that sort of atmosphere was hard to endure.
In critical moments, it still needed Gou King to start things rolling.
"Yo, Lord Jing?"
His provocative voice rang like a charging horn, and Wu Tianyou amusingly stroked his chin, "The name sounds familiar, how very strange…"
