The beautiful Wenren Meiqiao, her face glowing with excitement, was mistaken by an angry, handsome man whose face was flushed. He picked up his teacup, and the green scorpion on his hand seemed to sense his inner excitement and was eager to move.
"If Colonel Meiqiao has really decided, I can help you."
This statement surprised the women in the room, who looked at him in astonishment.
Almost simultaneously, Wenren Meiqiao turned her head to look at him and said seriously, "Green Scorpion, I know you're not someone who would help without gaining something. So I'm very curious, what exactly do you want to do?"
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," the handsome man smiled and said, "I don't like Qian Shanxue, so I'd like to see someone beat her."
Wenren Meiqiao's gaze turned cold, and she smiled, "You're also a competitor in this selection, do you want to watch us fight like a clam and a bird and reap the benefits?"
