"Today's banquet is dominated by competition?"

Ye Dun and Su Linchuan looked at each other, waiting for their intentions to converge to the extreme. Suddenly, a slightly cold voice came, with a strong hot breath, covering the whole Tianxiang Tower, which made the people's eyes a little narrow.

Source of sound, Fang Han Duan sits on the aromatic wooden chair, holds the cup of jade bottle in his hand, raises his head, and looks at the crowd lazily.

"Brother Fang misunderstood."

Duanmuyu immediately stood up and said, between words, his eyes flashed a strange meaning. Doesn't this Fang Han mean that there is a contradiction with Ye Dun?

How can...