"You want to handle this yourself, and that's fine. But how do you plan on dealing with someone like him?"
When Zhou Fan heard Chu Yan wanted to deal with Chu Yifeng herself, he wasn't particularly surprised. He was just a little curious about her methods.
"I called Grandpa this morning and told him everything. He said he would give us a satisfactory answer!" Chu Yan lifted her chin. "I know you probably think my approach is too merciful, and I know it is. But he's Chu Peiyu's only son, and he wasn't always like this when we were kids."
"Honey, don't be mad at me, okay?" Fearing Zhou Fan was angry, Chu Yan wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face against it, her voice a soft, coquettish plea. "I promise, if there's a next time, I absolutely won't care if he lives or dies!"
"You... When have I ever been mad at you?"
