"I haven't really decided yet," Gu Lanshan said with a casual smile.
She turned her gaze to Cheng Weiyue, who had been quiet, and asked, "Weiyue, what do you think I should demand?"
To Zhao Hanchen's ears, her words sounded like a threat.
"Gu Lanshan! I'm warning you, don't do anything to Weiyue!"
"What can I do? Look how nervous you are." Gu Lanshan said with an increasing smile, "How about this, I give you half a day. Come to me alone, and I will have a proper talk with you."
Cheng Weiyue's eyelashes fluttered.
Half a day, that was impossible.
But Zhao Hanchen said, "I agree to your terms!"
"Remember, come alone." Gu Lanshan emphasized softly, "If I see anyone unrelated, I can't guarantee I won't scratch your beloved's face or slit her throat."
"I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I'll come alone! Gu Lanshan, don't you hurt Weiyue!" He repeated sentence by sentence, his pleas and anxiety unmistakable in his words.