Shui Xingqiu felt that there was something strange about Xiao Chenglin.
His tone was strange, and so was his mood.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was...
"Is that all you wanted to say?" Shui Xingqiu didn't take his words to heart; he even felt a little like laughing.
He sized up Xiao Chenglin from head to toe.
"It seems you're quite wary of this Shen Yanchuan. What, are your old rivals no longer your concern? A mere Princely Heir of the Dingbei Marquis Mansion has you this timid?"
Xiao Chenglin's expression was as cold and dark as still water.
He could already tell what kind of person Shui Xingqiu was—arrogant, conceited, and obstinate.
No matter what he said, he would never be able to persuade Shui Xingqiu.
