Lan Xinru nodded forcefully: "I know, I know, I definitely won't let anyone else know, you can absolutely rest easy."
While making this verbal promise, in her heart she was already praying for the guy who's fate she didn't know: "Han Xiayang, it's not that I don't want to help you, but right now I can't even take care of myself, so I can only wish you good luck."
At the same time, she silently upgraded Lin Mubai's despicable tactics in her heart.
Now he is at the Emperor Level, no one can surpass him.
And she can imagine the chaotic life ahead.
Hopefully, Han Xiangyang can hold on a bit longer, otherwise she reckons she'll really end up without a wife.
Simultaneously, she reminded herself silently to keep a distance from this guy in the future, otherwise she'd never know how she ended up dead if ever calculated against, which would be truly unjust.
After planning her strategy, Lin Mubai's expression returned to normal, as he elegantly continued eating.
