The man in front of her was domineering in appearance, reckless in action, arrogant in tone—undeniably Quan's style.
Grinding her teeth in annoyance, she suddenly became furious.
Without a second thought, she yelled at him in a thick Northeast dialect.
"Emperor Quan, stop bragging and always causing trouble, playing the big bad wolf, will ya? If we can get along, let's just do that, alright? Why always be so pretentious? Don't you get tired of never having peace?"
She spoke at a rapid pace, stunning the man into silence.
He kept quiet, but Zhan Xiaoyao was feeling bold and abruptly shook off his hand, confronting him head-on.
"I don't want to quarrel with you either. In this lifetime, who can watch their own back? Who knows, maybe one day we'll just kick the bucket. I want to enjoy life while I'm alive. So tell me, can we keep on like this or not? Just say it and be done. No need to waste our breath—it's not worth it!"