Fatty sat down huffily, eating bun after bun, and quickly devoured most of them. Looking at Yue Ze’s stiff back, he finally couldn’t help but say: “Alright, Brother Yue, don’t be angry. Eat something. I was just talking nonsense earlier, I was wrong.”
Yue Ze ignored him. Fatty mumbled: “You need to take care of your health. How else will you snatch her back? I didn’t dare tell you before, but their wedding date has been moved up. It’s probably because Yue Lin is about to die. If you try to snatch her again this time, you might just anger him to death. Then Tao Yu will have to be with you.”
When Yue Ze heard the words that Yue Lin was about to die, his fingertips moved slightly, but that was his only reaction. He couldn’t hear a word the fatty was saying. Until Fatty completely shut up, he suddenly sat up from the bed.
Those eyes behind the sunglasses coldly gazed at him, fingertips lightly touching the corner of his clothes: “Why not just destroy the entire Yue family? Then they won’t have time to worry about the Zhou family.”
Zhou Ying looked at him thoughtfully, and after a while said: “Come to think of it, I don’t even know who you are.” He hadn’t paid attention before, but the more he interacted with this person, the more he felt he was unfathomable. Even after so much time, he didn’t know the person’s appearance, only feeling it seemed strangely familiar.
“Who I am is not important. Young Master Zhou only needs to know that I’m here to help you,” the man chuckled softly, his low hoarse voice carrying a hint of seduction, “I have reasons to kill the Yue brothers, and you happen to have the same goal. So I’ll provide the plan, you’ll execute it – isn’t that perfect?”
Zhou Ying stared at his mask and sunglasses for a while, then finally laughed: “Of course. So you’d better make the plan detailed, otherwise I’ll come looking for you to settle accounts.”
Because his vision was completely blocked, he couldn’t see the contempt in the man’s eyes at that moment.
