Hu Haoran gritted his teeth, an endless sense of embarrassment welled up from his heart.
He said haphazardly, "Ye, it seems the misunderstanding between us can't be resolved in a short time. I have other matters today, I'll visit another day."
Hu Haoran turned around, leaving as if fleeing.
Ye Wu did not stop him.
Unable to kill him today, this feud must still be settled by Hu Jiuling himself.
"Seeing your nemesis in such a sorry state, how do you feel?" Qingxuan asked Hong Jiuling with a sly smile.
Hong Jiuling was unusually arrogant: "Nemesis? He doesn't deserve that title! Just a jumping clown!"
This little trick of Hu Haoran's was actually not even clever.
Ten years ago, he succeeded, simply because people's hearts were biased from the start.
Ten years later, he did not succeed for the same reason, because people's hearts were biased from the start.
Now, he too has people who unconditionally favor him.
At this moment.
