"I'll handle Zhu Yan's matter myself," said Lu Xiaoyou.
To kill a chicken, one needn't use a bull's knife. For such a lofty man to squash an ant himself, Lu Xiaoyou still have to wipe his hands with a handkerchief for quite a while.
Yet the man insisted, "Leave this matter to me."
His tone was firm, leaving no room for Lu Xiaoyou to argue.
Lu Xiaoyou sat cross-legged on the bed, watching him with a smile.
"Do you think you owe me, and that's why you're taking on this task?"
Initially, Long Xiliang had let himself be affected by the drugs and knew there were cameras filming in the bathing room. He thought Long Yinghua was targeting him alone.
Little did anyone expect Lu Xiaoyou to enter the bathing room, and Zhu Yan managed to get a video from Long Yinghua; Lu Xiaoyou became the first person to be targeted.
Hearing her say this, the man frowned slightly, with a small complaint in his tone, "I'm pursuing you."
"Ah?"
