The night sky was pitch-black, the lights of the pear orchard shone brightly, like a cluster of campfires under the firmament, laughter was everywhere, and the stage was filled with eloquent dialogue.
Zhong Yingru's gaze once again fell upon Li Changzhou.
Having had several illicit encounters, she was fairly familiar with his body, but today was the first time she noticed a mocking smile on his face when he laughed.
It was as if he saw the people on the stage as nothing more than a joke—just like the high and mighty Uranus on stage, the commoners below dared to point fingers and comment carelessly, completely disregarding them.
Was this his usual demeanor towards others?
"Forcing someone's hand?" the tall, thin middle-aged man repeated the phrase, letting out a cold laugh.
He flicked his robe and sat down on the stool.
