Amidst the conversations of the various figures, Duze Beixuan stood on one of the viewing stands with her arms crossed, her cold gaze fixed on the scene within the light curtain.
"Little bastard, that's what you get for running your mouth. Let's see how my little brother handles you this time."
Remembering the mud Li Luo had slung at her earlier, Duze Beixuan felt an itch of pure rage. After all, once word of such matters spread, even if discerning people knew it was just a rumor, there would always be gossips repeating it. Yet, she was utterly powerless to do anything about it.
Chapter 72