"No, no..."
Uncle Niu's heart gave a lurch, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "Brother Xiaoshan, I was just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart."
"You'd better let out that kind of nonsense less often." Wu Xiaoshan couldn't be bothered to waste any more time on him and, after a cold snort, continued, "Also, don't think about Sister Lan again, or you'll suffer consequences you can't bear, get it?"
"Got it, got it." Uncle Niu nodded vigorously like he was pounding garlic.
"Scram!"
"Yes, Brother Xiaoshan!" Uncle Niu, feeling as though he had been granted amnesty, turned to run, only to be knocked to the ground by one of his lackeys behind him, causing both women to burst into laughter instantly.
As the private room quieted down once again, Huang Lan couldn't help but reassess Wu Xiaoshan.
Initially, she just fancied the young man and wanted him to fall at her feet, but now she realized she might have underestimated him.
