Very soon.
The waiter served numerous dishes of delicacies.
Lin Fan glanced at the woman opposite him—such a vulgar woman. Just fooling around, and yet she's taking it seriously? Wanting benefits without even holding hands? Did you think making money these days was that easy?
The Holy Empress was immensely annoyed by Lin Fan, but there wasn't even a trace of killing intent. She simply felt that this brat deserved a beating. Now she understood a bit why the Demon Ancestor had been so bent on taking his life.
Someone who spoke like this—no one could put up with it.
What on earth did he mean by what he just said?
Why did it feel like something was slightly off?
Lin Fan held a drumstick in his hand, eating and watching her at the same time. The scene felt a bit odd, giving off a strange and indescribable vibe.
The Demon Ancestor was suppressing the rage burning within his heart.
