Ai Hui watched coldly from the side. If looks could kill, Duanmu Huanghun would have died many times over. As Lou Lan skillfully stripped Duanmu Huanghun bare, Ai Hui observed without the slightest intention of helping.
To him, Duanmu Huanghun looked no different from a blanched suckling pig. This sort of spare ribs would even be scoffed at by a butcher for its utter lack of flesh.
He cursed relentlessly under his breath.
If Lou Lan left for even a moment, Ai Hui would have stabbed Duanmu Huanghun multiple times already. He had always despised those who were all talk and no action, yet now he was no different from them. Ai Hui was filled with sorrow; if only he didn’t need that one hundred million!
“Preparations have been made,” Lou Lan said.
Roused from his self-pitying stupor by Lou Lan’s words, Ai Hui automatically replied, “Ah….”
