Murderous intent swirled in Lan Wutong's eyes, and his expression grew dark and sinister.
He truly wanted to obliterate Ling Long, this mere ant, with one slap.
But.
He couldn't.
Ling Long was the woman Xing Nie had set his sights on, and he couldn't kill her.
Taking a deep breath, Lan Wutong suppressed the killing intent and turned his gaze toward the family head, Lan Xiangnan, with an obvious intention for him to persuade Ling Long.
"Ling Long, you should go back! Think it over carefully, and then make a decision. There are still seven or eight days until your wedding day!" Lan Wutong said firmly, devoid of any better ideas. Then, he looked at Lan Su, "Lan Su, you stay."
Very soon.
In the hall, only Lan Su and Lan Wutong remained.
"Su'er, do you understand why I asked you to stay back alone?" Lan Wutong asked somberly.
