Sang Yuan was rushing to catch up with his wife; he had no patience for him.
Channeling the prowess of a top athlete, he soon left Jiang Sheng—a man of arts and literature—in his dust.
"AHHH!!! Stop right there!"
The loser's impotent rage was simply delightful.
A smile on his face, Sang Yuan hurried to the dining hall. Ni Bingyan had already gotten her food and was sitting in a corner, deep in an animated discussion with Wei Shuojie.
"I really think I should try taking on an action role. The ethereal, fairy-like kind where I fly all over the place! I'd attract hordes of fans just for my looks. At that point, forget your 'small goal'—we could probably achieve two 'small goals'~"
A woman of action can't just have an idea. The moment one pops into her head, she has to put it into practice.
Wei Shuojie knew her all too well by now. Hearing her suggestion, she quickly tried to shut it down.
