Chapter 111: Passerby Sixth Lord


    Trantor: Dragon Boat Trantion Editor: Dragon Boat Trantion


    Ling Yun, needless to say, had more than one encounter with Shen Wan, and there was a faint sense of deja vu.


    “Step aside,” a voice as cold as ice.


    They exchanged a nce and stood their ground firmly.


    Shen Wan:”…”


    Quan Ranting advanced with deliberate steps, then stooped down,ing close to her ear. He remarked, “The senior hasn’t given their approval, and you’re already walking away without a trace of politeness.”


    Shen Wan stayed silent, but in her thoughts, she was already hurling curses at him.


    “Won’t you just admit that you persuaded Yi Hong to sell Plot Seven to Shen Qian? Is that so difficult?”


    Shen Wan frowned. He seemed very interested in Plot Seven, emphasizing it repeatedly as if he wanted to get to the bottom of it!


    Why?


    Suddenly, something shed in her mind, and she brightened up. “That’s right, 1 asked Yi Hong to do it.”


    The man paused.


    Chu Yujiang and Ling Yun exchanged a nce. Plot Seven?


    “Speaking of which, Sixth Uncle should thank me properly. Otherwise, it would have been you being the scapegoat.” The young woman stood her ground, basking in the nting sunlight, like she had donned a golden robe, with a faint curve at the corner of her lips, exuding a dangerous allure tinged with temptation, irresistibly captivating.


    Quan Hanting’s eyes narrowed slightly, a fleeting gleam of cunning, and the next moment, he grasped her delicate wrist, effortlessly pulling her into his embrace. Their bodies pressed tightly together. “You not only can predict typhoons and tsunamis, but you also know 1 want to buy thatnd. Shen Wan, I underestimated you!”


    “Sixth Uncle, please be more polite in the future.” She moved her wrist slightly. “After all, I’ve done you a favor, haven’t I? Treating a benefactor so rudely might bring bad luck.”


    “Cursing me?”


    “Everyone should always carry a sense of respect within them.”


    Quan Ranting chuckled and, as he let go, his fingertips discreetly twirled out of Shen Wan’s sight, as if savoring the sensation of that moment.


    Slim, delicate, and the grip went all the way to the bone.


    “Wan Wan! Are you okay?” Zhou Chi rushed over, shielding her behind him. He faced Quan Ranting with the demeanor of a protector, despite his trembling legs and numb scalp. He stubbornly maintained eye contact.


    As Quan Ranting saw him approaching, a sudden image shed in his mind: a bustling airport, the luggage carousel, a boy and a girl standing side by side, looking at the same phone, asionally lowering their heads to chat, and sometimes locking eyes. One tall as a por tree, the other slender as a willow branch from a distance, they looked like an enviable young couple!


    Zhou Chi couldn’t tell if it was a trick of his imagination or a real threat, but he could swear he saw a murderous intent in the other man’s eyes. If looks could kill, he might have died a thousand deaths under such a gaze.


    “Who is he?”


    “Who is he?”


    Both of them spoke simultaneously, their gazes fixed on Shen Wan.


    Few things are as disconcerting as abrupt silence, especially when both men sport expressions that seem to convey, “You’d better rify things, or 1 might lose my cool.”


    Shen Wan sneered coldly and turned to leave.


    This time, Chu Yujiang and Ling Yun didn’t try to stop her.


    Zhou Chi felt a bit bewildered, while Quan Hanting’s brow furrowed deeply.


    “Aren’t you leaving yet? Or do you want to stay for dinner?” Shen Wan turned back and red at Zhou Chi.


    He snapped back to attention, “I’ming!” With that, he hurriedly caught up, looking more like an excited child than a man!


    Quan Ranting, seeing this, scoffed.


    “Wan Wan, you still haven’t told me who that guy is.”


    “I don’t want to say.”


    “Why don’t you want to say?”


    “Because there’s no need to.”


    “Why don’t you see a need to?”


    “He’s just a passerby, so there’s no need for any exnation.”


    “Oh!” Zhou Chi chuckled. “So he’s just a nobody…”


    Their voices of questioning and answering grew fainter as they walked away, eventually disappearing behind the arched gate.


    Chu Yujiang gulped nervously and, in a brief nce, observed that someone’s face had darkened like the bottom of a cooking pot….