"Lin Wanwan was right, I only do wicked things, and I am the number one devil in the world."
Xing Junhuan studied his ever-smiling face before replying, "Tang Chen, I respect you."
Lin Wanwan ended the call and asked, "You lost?"
"…You are right."
Xing Junhuan had an understanding of Lin Wanwan's favoritism toward Lu Zhanbei.
He glanced at Lu Zhanbei, whose lightly bent lips betrayed his true feeling.
"Lu Zhanbei, let's just compete with something that is the most crucial of all."
"Eh?"
"True love."
…
Back at the Yun Mansion, Lin Wanwan stuffed the blow dryer into Lu Zhanbei's hand after washing up.
"Blowdry my hair."
"Isn't there an automatic dryer?"
"Why? Don't want to serve me any longer? In that case, I would skip serving you as well. It hurts my wrist every time."
When his welfare was on the line, Lu Zhanbei had no choice but to do what Queen Lin wanted.
