Beichen Lin's eyes were cold, and the Tang Heng sword in his hand was unsheathed.,With a cup of warm water in hand, Bei Chenlin glanced at Wang Zhuangui and the servants beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of silver bills was stuffed into Wang Zhuangui's bosom.,Yun An'an grabbed the pillow beside her and hurled it at Bei Chenlin.。