"Sister Song."
A soft voice sounded.
Just as Zhang Xiaoyi gritted his teeth, struggling against Song Qingsi's pressure, almost unable to hold on—
Fu Caier finally stepped forward.
Victory belongs to the king and defeat to the villain.
Today I have fully offended Fang Yuming.
If I can't ruin his reputation, destroy his cultivation, and sabotage his marriage, then I'll be the one who won't find a resting place in death.
I must take a daring gamble.
"Sister Song just met Brother Fang once, perhaps you're still unaware of some things about him, after all, he's from our sect."
"I understand Sister Song's desire to choose an ideal husband."
"But this is a matter of my reputation."
"And Sister Song, don't be deceived by him."
"At this point, I don't wish to see another sister fall for it."
As Fu Caier spoke these words, Song Qingsi gradually became expressionless.
—You, a girl on a matchmaking date, rushed to defend someone after just one meeting.
