When Wu Ling heard Fan Chaoyang's accusation, he could only shake his head and laugh. Was this fellow trying to get him killed? Was he so bored that he needed to start a fight before the evening even started?
"Absolutely not," Wu Ling said directly. "Su Yao is my sworn sister's cousin, I would never dare to lay a hand on her or any other woman who trusted me to paint them. Here, Brother Zhang was it?" Wu Ling said, turning to the burly man with the close-cropped beard and lantern jaw.
