There was no need to stab her best friend so quickly, was there? This world really did have a cow!
Warfarin trusted her own Huang Cao completely, so the only possible problem had to be Lamian.
The voice hidden among the feathers had indeed confirmed it. Warfarin had heard Lamian's inner struggle and her endurance throughout the entire night.
"Indeed, facing Huang Cao's physique, anyone who could still hold back would truly be a god!"
Warfarin was somewhat angry, but after hearing that Lamian had tried for an entire night and had not even managed to pierce the window paper,
she finally broke down laughing.
What exactly should she do? Warfarin had thought about it for the entire night. As dawn approached, she ultimately decided...
"She isn't exactly an outsider. Sister Lamian loves Huang Cao very much... Strictly speaking, she can be considered one of our own."
After turning it over in her mind, Warfarin finally decided to let go. Having one's home stolen by an acquaintance was better than having it stolen by a stranger.
Being angry was one thing, but Lamian's joining would undoubtedly help Huang Cao's career.
In the future, as her man's territory expanded, he would need more trustworthy people to help manage the rear...
Even if she worked herself to death, there was no way she could manage so much alone.
100
Chapter 100: The Almost Perfect Speaker's Wife.
The next morning.
When Lamian had just woken up, she found a tiny red bat on her hand. A small letter was fastened to the creature's foot.
If nothing unexpected happened, this should be Miss Warfarin's final ultimatum to her.
Whether they would fight to the death or continue forward together would depend on the letter that followed.
If Miss Warfarin truly refused, Lamian could only