"You head back to the hotpot restaurant first. I'll come find you a bit later."
"What are you going to do?" Big Fatty asked nervously, looking at Han Lei, "You mustn't provoke her!"
Han Lei thought to herself, I've already provoked her long ago.
But to avoid making Big Fatty worry, she replied nonchalantly, "I still need to keep myself alive to marry Zhao Zun! Don't worry, you go back first."
Big Fatty felt relieved at her words and returned to the hotpot restaurant.
After sending Big Fatty off, Han Lei arrived just as Princess Changle ordered the chopping of Third Brother's hand. Third Brother clenched his fist and was about to step forward when Han Lei hurriedly pulled him back.
Though Han Lei's eyes burned with rage at first, in just a moment, a bright smile spread across her face.
With a flourish, she snapped open the folding fan in her hand and took two steps forward, raising her voice teasingly.
