Ye Tianfan drank the red wine poured by Li Tianxing, thinking of an old saying: "The older ginger is spicier." Although Long Yuqing is very capable, she still can't outmatch Qin Wujue's cunning. Even though Ye Tianfan had only met Qin Wujue once, those unfathomable eyes of his were deeply imprinted in Ye Tianfan's mind.
At this moment, Long Yuqing looked very much like a helpless child, directing her eyes at Ye Tianfan, as if seeking his opinion.
The Long Family's sixty years of preparation had gone to waste. Long Yuqing felt unwilling but the situation before her was all too realistic.
It was like a junior high student fighting a college student, going in with high spirits, righteous and full of preparation, calling friends and even bringing a steel rod hidden in sleeves, only to find that the opponent could beat you black and blue with bare hands.
