"I'll say it one more time, Junior Sister An, watch your mouth, or the consequences will be unpredictable," Yan Changsheng said before leaving on his sword.
An Lu glanced back in the direction of the Simple Residence Courtyard, a cold smirk forming at the edge of her lips.
She was waiting to see when Shen Qinghe would fall from her high place.
Once everyone had left, the Simple Residence Courtyard immediately became deserted.
Shen Zhiyao, fearing that her dear sister would make some sensational claim and offend Dongfang Wuya, was about to secretly use her mana to sober Shen Qinghe up when Dongfang Wuya noticed her slight movement. "I will tend to Shen Qinghe myself; you leave!" he said.
Shen Zhiyao gave a forced smile, her face tinged with embarrassment, "How could I dare to trouble Mr. Wuya? Qinghe is just like this when she's drunk. Let me take care of her."
Dongfang Wuya looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, which made her feel uncertain.