"Mr. Murong, why must you look so troubled? Could it be that your earlier statement about offering me your cousin for the Black Wind Village Chief was false?"
Up in the air, Wang Yuyan was already crying her eyes out; even her fear of heights couldn't stop her from looking towards the man causing her heart to break.
"Master! You..."
Upon hearing Jiang Dali's words, Deng Baichuan and the rest were all shocked, staring intently at Murong Fu inside the courtyard.
Murong Fu looked up at Wang Yuyan, who was silently crying, then turned his gaze to Jiang Dali, fully aware that he had been schemed against by Jiang Dali.
However, he seemed even more open-minded about it and suddenly laughed, flicking his folding fan. "Master Jiang, you have truly gone to great lengths to win my cousin's affection.
But some things cannot be rushed.
Now that it has come to this, I, Murong Fu, shall not hold onto any grievances.
