Upon hearing these words, everyone immediately heaved a sigh of relief, as if in fear that Su Li would change his mind, they all hastened to turn around and flee in panic.
Only Duan Yuerong stood still, gazing at Wan Xiaolou for more than ten breaths. Her face, which had just turned pale with fright, for some reason blushed again with a tint of red.
It seemed Duan Yuerong wanted to say something, but glancing at the people present, as if a bit embarrassed, she bit her silver teeth and ultimately turned to leave.
"It seems, Young Master, that you have quite the good fortune..."
Met with Su Li's somewhat teasing gaze, Wan Xiaolou immediately shook his head and looked toward the direction in which Duan Yuerong had departed, laughing helplessly.
He did not let Su Li take action simply because he worried it would bring about greater trouble. After all, Duan Yuerong did have some background; there was no other reason.
