Prosecutor vs. Minister: A Battle of Wits

Alas.

Second brother’s heart is even more complex than a woman’s; he completely can’t figure it out.

Gu Qize rubbed his forehead, looking at Bao Nan glaring at Chen Changlu like a queen berating a mistress.

Just as the two of them were about to start a fight, Jiang Tong slowly walked back.

Then, the two who were about to draw their weapons instantly changed their expressions.

One smiled as warmly as a spring breeze, with no hint of the earlier gloom on his face.

The other, although expressionless, was no longer as icy cold, with a faint hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.

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Witnessing it all, Gu Qize: "..."

Holy crap!

Are these two masters of Sichuan opera face-changing!?

How do they change so quickly!

Bao Nan and Chen Changlu both spoke to Jiang Tong, "You’re back."