Lin Mengyan was somewhat entranced as she watched Fang Yi.
Because previously, Lin Mengyan had been curious about who had the guts to defy Zhu Wushou.
That curiosity seemed like a strong intuition demanding confirmation, and although Lin Mengyan appeared very calm on the surface, she was actually eager to see who it was.
And now, she finally saw.
A breath of relief seemed to pass through Lin Mengyan's mind.
It was indeed him!
Reflecting on it, everything happening here was very similar to his usual style, just like a replica.
"I should have thought of him earlier," Lin Mengyan suddenly said softly, with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
Kong Qingci glanced at Lin Mengyan's expression, and a tinge of jealousy arose in her heart.
"What do you mean you should have thought of him earlier, I thought of him long ago," Kong Qingci said.
"Ha, I couldn't tell, Kong Qingci, you, a woman who always has her nose buried in books, have learned to lie?" Lin Mengyan teased.
