Lu Beiyuan held her tighter and then said, "Why did you suddenly start thinking about him?"
"I don't want you to be so tired," Su Nanxing nestled against his chest. "You've obviously been busier lately. Is it because of him?"
Lu Beiyuan said, "He is a... formidable opponent."
Su Nanxing's hand, clutching his clothes, involuntarily tightened.
Lu Beiyuan held her and smiled, "But don't worry, I respect every opponent, but I also have confidence that I'll win this battle."
"I know," Su Nanxing also smiled. "My husband is the mightiest."
Lu Beiyuan wasn't lying; he was indeed about to win the battle soon.
Fu Yanzhou had not had an easy time lately.
Of course, with Fu Yanzhou's back-to-the-wall determination, Lu Beiyuan's time hadn't been easy either.
But by comparison, Fu Yanzhou had suffered much heavier losses.
Moreover, the contest between Fu Yanzhou and Lu Beiyuan was purely out of personal grudge.
