"Then answer me one question first," Celia sneered coldly.
"Speak."
"What are your feelings toward Lin Fu?" she asked all of a sudden, "Do you like her? Are you moved by her? Have you grown soft-hearted?"
Lance was stunned for a moment, annoyance flashing across his youthful, perfect face, "Everyone says you've gone mad, Celia, and I didn't believe it, but now it seems you've truly lost your mind, completely insane."
Having said that, he didn't even bother to pursue the events of the previous night, he turned and walked away.
"I have seen Lin Fu before,"
Celia suddenly called out.
"Hmm?"
Lance whirled around, disbelievingly staring at her.
Celia finally revealed a triumphant cold sneer, "That's right, just as you're thinking, I have seen Lin Fu's portrait in Ah Foo's bedroom, drawn by her own hand, treasured and kept in a box, something she likes to look at whenever she's in a bad mood."
