Confronting Qin Mofeng's icy gaze, Weilan showed not a hint of fear, but instead wore a faint smile. "What's wrong, is Young Master Qin in a hurry? Since you wouldn't like to be cuckolded, why bother criticizing Mr. Lu? All are men, 'Do not do unto others what you do not want done to yourself.' Isn't that an easy principle to understand?"
Qin Mofeng's eyes locked onto Weilan's.
With a serene smile, and maintaining her cool demeanor, she continued, "If you're here because of your aunt, I'm afraid the Lu Family cannot give you an answer you would deem satisfactory."
"I haven't even stated my purpose, and you're already hastily showing your hand. This indeed shows your youth," said Qin Mofeng with a hint of mild mockery in his voice.