Shen Wuxiao could not be bothered to think about Lin Fan's affairs.
What he had with Lin Fan was not a game of chess at all—it was a one-sided crushing.
After quite a while, two people suddenly rushed in from opposite sides of the villa.
A man and a woman, both wearing masks.
They let out sinister cackles.
Shen Wuxiao was speechless when he saw them.
He had forgotten to tell Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu.
He had already won Jiang Huaiyue over, so there was no need for this whole act anymore.
But the commotion outside had alerted Jiang Huaiyue as well.
She was carrying two bowls of late-night snack and was walking out.
Uncle Wu froze, then immediately pulled out a dagger and held it to Shen Wuxiao's throat before looking at Jiang Huaiyue.
"Don't move! I heard you've been asking around about our Young Master again. You really refuse to mend your ways!"
"We came today to teach you a lesson. If there's a next time, there will be no mercy!"
Aunt Wu spun her dagger as well, looking ferocious.
Jiang Huaiyue was utterly speechless.
They were still acting?
She carried the two bowls of noodles over and placed them on the dining table.
Then she looked at Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu. "There's more in the pot. Want some?"
"Huh?" Aunt Wu paused, then immediately put on a stern face. "Shut up! Do you think we're joking with you?"
"You've repeatedly been asking about our Young Master's whereabouts. You truly must be tired of living!"
Jiang Huaiyue shook her head and dragged over a chair to sit down. "Then what do you want to do?"
"Tie the two of us up again, throw us onto the bed, and take pictures?"
Aunt Wu gave a cold snort.