"If you don't care about the sixteenth year of Tianyu, I don't care either."
Guining's casual mention of 'the sixteenth year of Tianyu' still made Shangguan Linlang's face change color multiple times, and the hands hanging by the sides tightened inch by inch. If it weren't for the fact that his combat power value couldn't match Guining, at this moment, Shangguan Linlang really wanted to flip Guining to the ground and then punch that obnoxious handsome face a few times until stars appeared before his eyes.
From Shangguan Linlang's expression of loosening and tightening his grip, you could tell he was in a bad mood.
But Guining ignored it and even added fuel to the fire, "Shangguan Linlang, I'm not joking with you. You should know my temper. If you insist on having your way, then I..."
Before Guining could finish speaking, Shangguan Linlang interrupted him with a gloomy expression.
"I got it, I got it, I'll arrange for you to meet Han Ziye. Where do you want to meet him?"
