The City Lord’s Gift of Gratitude

Faced with Wu Man's questioning, Zhang Hao coldly snorted. He didn't reply and went straight into the City Lord's mansion. 

The air around Wu Lingyu grew cold. He glared murderously at Zhang Hao's back. 

If it hadn't Wu Man to intervene, he might have peeled Zhang Hao's skin off!

"Don't be impulsive, we still need him later." Wu Man said.

Sima You Yue grabbed Wu Lingyu's hand. "I'm fine. Let's not ruin Aunt Man's plan."

Zhang Hao sened killing intent. When he looked back, he couldn't find who it was.

"Mm, I won't ruin your plan." Wu Lingyu suppressed his killing intent before Zhang Hao turned around.

Zhang Hao did not see anyone. He thought it was Sima You Yue or Wu Man who wanted to kill him. He sneered at them before entering the mansion.

"This Zhang Hao is getting increasingly arrogant." Wu Man said indifferently. "Even without you, the conflict will also explode. Let's enter."