"Hehe, how could that be possible!" Sheng Zhenhong completely denied it, "That time I simply thought, since Xiaoyi is back for a rare visit, and I'm coincidentally coming to play chess with you, and since he's got nothing else to do and hasn't seen you in so long, I brought him along to visit. That's really all there was to it!" Yeah, right!
"Do you think I'm blind or stupid, so easily fooled!" Leng Jianjun snorted coldly, plopped down, and turned his head, not even wanting to glance at Sheng Zhenhong's "hypocritical" old face, lest it aggravate his stomachache.
Actually, his stomachache was already flaring up...
It's all over, it's all over... The precious Xiaohua he'd been protecting so well, now really seems destined to land on a pile of cow dung! Is there truly no way to salvage this now?
In Leng Jianjun's heart, all men are cow dung; in this world, no one is worthy of his precious granddaughter.
