'Could she be the Heavenly Dao's Son?'
Xiao Heyun found it hard to believe. He was a transmigrator with a system; if anyone was the Heavenly Dao's Son, it should be him!
'Host, anything is possible. This person might possess immense luck. Otherwise, how could she have snatched the inheritance from you?'
Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense.
'Host, in that case, we must win her over. She could become a great asset to you in the future!'
The system was also getting greedy. Who wouldn't covet such immense luck?
'Of course. With my charm, I can definitely win her over!'
Xiao Heyun was getting conceited. So many outstanding beauties had already fallen for him; Song Wanning would surely be no exception.
While the man and his system were busy scheming, Wu Qingfeng had already made another move.
But this time, the Divine Thunder struck even more fiercely, startling him into a hasty retreat.
When the Divine Thunder dissipated, his face was as black as thunder.
