Tang Wuling's Proactive Offensive: Whether She Married Him or He Married Her Didn't Matter!

Wu Zhangkong's mouth twitched.

His ice-blue eyes fixed on Gu Yue, his expression so cold it looked as though frost could form on it.

"What did you just call me? Say that again if you dare."

Gu Yue shrank back under his stare.

But when she thought of Lin An behind her, she straightened her back again.

With her hands on her hips, purple eyes wide, and chin slightly raised, she looked like an angry little cat with its fur standing on end.

"I-I said—what right do you have to make my wife run five kilometers? His body is so weak. What if something happens to him? Can you afford to compensate for that?!"

Lin An looked at Gu Yue acting so fiercely protective of him, his expression immensely complicated.

For a moment, he could not tell whether she was helping him or finding a roundabout way to call him weak.

He sighed, grabbed Gu Yue and pulled her back, then raised a hand and viciously pinched her little face.

"Mm—"

Gu Yue's mouth was pulled crooked from the pinch, her purple eyes filled with confusion and grievance.

"I understand." Lin An's voice was calm to the point of coldness.

He released Gu Yue's face, turned to Wu Zhangkong, and gave a slight nod.

That reaction stunned everyone.

Xie Xie's eyes widened.

He had personally seen the miserable sight of Lin An being unable to catch his breath after just two laps.

Tang Wuling worriedly clenched the hem of her skirt.

Even Wu Zhangkong raised an eyebrow.

This rich second-generation kid who could not even run two laps without gasping actually did not protest on the spot?

In truth, Wu Zhangkong did not dare to genuinely make Lin An give up on the promotion match either.

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