"I know, Song Donghai is as cruel and vicious as he is cunning and unpredictable; not to be trusted."
Long Teng poured himself another glass of wine, staring in silence for a long moment before saying, "But I just can't accept it. Tell me, in what way am I inferior to Mu Qian? That woman has lost her memory, and her heart still leans toward him?"
Housekeeper Long looked at Long Teng's demeanor, his brows tightly furrowed together, "Young Master, don't tell me you've fallen for Lady Wen..."
Long Teng laughed, like a poppy flower blossoming at its most vibrant, "Old Long, you're overthinking it; it's just a little interest. You know, any toy I have my eye on, I never fail to get. Not to mention having such a strong opponent as Mu Qian—don't you find this quite interesting?"
