"That despicable little man, if I'd known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have let him off so easily last time." Mentioning Long Wudang, Sikong Qinglan grew even more resentful.
The last time they'd seen Long Wudang and Zhuge Qiu seriously injured by Xiang Qiuzhan, they hadn't made things harder for them. The two had sensibly handed over some money, and they'd let them go. Who knew they still wouldn't give up.
"Looks like the lesson I gave him wasn't enough. Next time he falls into my hands, he's dead meat. And that Long Wucuo—I'll make him pay sooner or later." Mu Hanyan snorted coldly.
To actually dare scheme against her—did they think the title of Anyun's Number One Playboy was just for show?
Ling Baobao's eyes lit up. Based on what he knew of the First Playboy Young Miss of Anyun, someone was about to be out of luck again. Ah, he still preferred Mu Hanyan in her playboy mode.
