With the shattering of the teacup in Zhao Chenlu's hand, the woman's face blossomed into a smile of happiness and contentment.
"Haha, I painstakingly orchestrated everything, thinking it was a certain win, yet you perfectly avoided it. As expected of my beloved, there's always an unexpected angle."
As she spoke, Zhao Chenlu's face was flushed, slightly sweaty, her eyes lost and distant, lips shining like gemstones, her expression one of utter satisfaction.
"This feeling is truly... so nostalgic." A satisfied sigh reverberated in the tea room.
Witnessing this, Wang Jiu was even more surprised. He hadn't realized Mr. Zhao's illness had become so severe!
In his impression, those who showed such expressions and made such sounds were usually terminally ill and ready for humane destruction, including the Demon Sect demoness, Zen Sect infatuated girl, and Beast Taming Sect's animal protection lady.
