Han Qingfeng blinked his eyes, shamelessly saying, "Sixteen."
"Sixteen?" Lu Chenyuan's eyes suddenly hardened, "You think I don't know your background?"
Lu Chenyuan looked up with a smirk and said, "Kid, everyone says you're ruthless to the bone, why don't I dig out your bones and see for myself, just how ruthless you are?"
Han Qingfeng laughed, pleading, "You've known my brother for so many years, there's no need to go to war over such a trivial matter! No need."
"Unless you promise that you will never harass Lin Yang again, we'll go our separate ways, and let bygones be bygones."
Lin Yan was worried that, as Han Qingfeng said, this would affect Lu Chenyuan, and she couldn't drag him down.
Han Qingfeng hesitated for an instant, out of necessity, he said, "I promise, I'm young and ignorant, Sister Lin Yan, I'm sorry."
Lin Yan felt physically ill at the sound of "sister," as if her stomach were churning with nausea.
