As the only son of the eldest brother, he had reason to suspect that everything tonight had been orchestrated by Li Beicheng.
"Younger Uncle."
He greeted with a skin-deep smile. Li Beicheng was well aware that the most powerful third wheel had made his appearance, and any further stay would just be futile.
Striding past her at an even pace, he paused briefly, whispering ambiguously, "Xiaye, I will remember my promise to you."
Even though he couldn't beat Li Yuntang in any sense, he could at least cause the other some displeasure and plant seeds of doubt.
Xiaye didn't look at him again, her eyes uncontrollably drawn to Li Yuntang, her breathing lost its rhythm.
Li Beicheng had anticipated that she wouldn't say much in front of Younger Uncle. He smirked meaningfully and sauntered past Li Yuntang with a casual air.
