Shi Wujue heard Yuan Bao's words and immediately turned his head.
Yuan Bao couldn't brake in time and almost tripped up the stairs, nearly bumping his face into Shi Wujue who was a step higher. His face turned ugly.
Yuan Bao's expression was ugly, but the expression on Shi Wujue's face was indescribably playful. He raised an eyebrow at Yuan Bao and said with righteous confidence, "Seeing your master in trouble, this City Lord is indeed very happy!"
Zhou Mu's peach blossom trouble came knocking, and as Zhou Mu's love rival, Shi Wujue had no reason not to be happy!
"You! You!" Yuan Bao glared upon hearing that, "I really didn't misjudge; you were indeed up to no good! You're just the little mistress coveting my master's wife!"
"This City Lord is indeed coveting your master's wife, so what can you do about it?" Shi Wujue chuckled lightly.
"Shameless!" Yuan Bao fumed.
"This City Lord is already devastatingly beautiful, no need to change another face!" Shi Wujue remained calm.
