When Liang An received Hua Yan's call, he was instantly furious, but not at her—he was angry at the other party. He even threatened to confront them, but she reassured him instead.
"Uncle, it's okay, we won't suffer a loss. Have you forgotten what race I, Hua Yan, belong to? I've already incapacitated him; he'll be down for the next ten years or so. By the time he can stand again, he'll be old, and do you think he'll still be useful? Haha, we don't need to clash with them. Just carry on as usual; they won't suspect us."
Liang An inexplicably felt a chill down his spine. Indeed, the most venomous woman can be ruthless—straight to the core! Now, that bastard, He Shujie, haha.
"Shouldn't you get yourself a manager? I won't feel secure if you handle this alone in the future."
Unbeknownst to her, the guardian uncle treated her like his own daughter. Hua Yan couldn't refuse, so she nodded in agreement.
