Peng Jiayuan looked at Su Changsheng, his gaze fiery.
"Purpose, haha... Su Changsheng, you think too highly of yourself." Peng Jiayuan laughed heartily.
Ever since he was young, he had been by the master's side, and after so many years, naturally he had acquired the master's aura.
Just thinking of the master's many years of life, Peng Jiayuan's anger and hatred were even more intense than Tao Zhixing's.
Staring at Su Changsheng now, his eyes were filled with hatred.
"What does it matter if you two got married?" Peng Jiayuan sneered, "In the end, she'll still marry me, and after a hundred years, the only one she can lie with will be me."
Kept telling himself this person is a liar, just here to deal with him.
But upon hearing this, Su Changsheng was still so angry he coughed up blood.
"Grandpa." Gu Lingling, feeling distressed, supported the old man, coldly looking at Peng Jiayuan, "You better pray my grandpa is okay."
