Xiao Guan's gaze moved back and forth between Mu Qingge and Mei Zizhong. When he saw that Mu Qingge and Zhu Ling were not sitting together, he burst out laughing. "I knew you were lying to me! Hmph!"
His words made the faces of both Zhu Ling and Mu Qingge darken.
Especially Zhu Ling, whose eyes were filled with worry.
"Xiao Guan, what do you think you're doing?" Zhao Nanxing spoke in a deep voice.
Xiao Guan, however, grinned savagely. "What am I doing?" He pointed at Mu Qingge and Mei Zizhong. "You two, come with me for a bit. My big sister is waiting. Just didn't expect there'd be two of you—only brought one sedan chair."
That arrogant, overbearing expression was particularly hateful.
Even knowing about his unfortunate past, it was hard for anyone to feel sympathy for him.
