Xie Yun: "Aren't you a little worried?"
Gu Lan yawned, folded his fan, tucked it at his waist, and said lazily, "If Lu Bingxin wants to use Lu Feifei's death to make trouble for the Marquis Mansion... then I'll die too, but faster than her. Yes, just say the groom couldn't bear the shame and hanged himself."
Walk Lu Bingxin's path, leaving him no path to walk.
Xie Yun: "What?"
"If I'm driven to hang myself, seriously injured and spitting blood, with only half a life left, then it's the Lu Family that should compensate, right?"
Gu Lan's slight smile disappeared, his gaze exceptionally cold.
"That's indeed a way to break the impasse."
After a while, Xie Yun finally snapped back to reality, looking at Gu Lan with a completely changed gaze: "Lan, how did you come up with this? But doing so is very dangerous. The Old Madam will certainly not agree."
