Over the past two years, in several confrontations, Qinghuang was constantly losing ground, and Lu Xiaoyou contemplated in her heart that she couldn't keep playing with Qinghuang like this anymore.
She never considered Qinghuang as a rival.
In her eyes, Qinghuang was just a little mouse thrown into a hamster wheel, and she would flick the hamster wheel at will, with Qinghuang running and running inside.
Lu Xiaoyou didn't crush her outright, she just wanted to extract more fun from Qinghuang.
But now, she planned to end the game of teasing Qinghuang early.
"That golden banquet, what are you planning to do about it, master? At the golden banquet, if that silly boy really proposes to you, agreeing or not agreeing would both be troublesome!"
When those three words "silly boy" popped out of Hou Muyan's mouth, it sounded somewhat subtle.
It always seemed like this was his affectionate nickname for Feng Zheyu.
