A compromise?
Wa Huang was a smart person; she immediately realized everything Lin Yuan had done before.
Humiliating her, grinding away her pride—he'd been laying the groundwork for this so‑called compromise of his.
"You…" Wa Huang pointed at Lin Yuan and said angrily, "You're scheming against me?"
Wa Huang being able to think of this was within Lin Yuan's expectations.
But it didn't matter.
Right now, Wa Huang had no choice.
If she refused his compromise, then Lin Yuan would absolutely help that other consciousness inside her seize her body.
At this moment, all of Wa Huang's rage, in Lin Yuan's eyes, was nothing but impotent fury.
"That's right, I am scheming against you!"
"Even if you know I'm scheming against you, what can you do about it?"
"Wa Huang, you have no choice!" Lin Yuan kneaded Wa Huang's dignified face and mocked, "I was even planning to put on an act like I'm doing this for your own good, but you just had to tear the mask off!"
