Gu Haitang calmly denied, "No."
"That's good," Qingqing nodded with satisfaction, "Since you and I both approached Chu Xuan with other motives, we should be friends, not enemies."
"I am not friends with you! I have no other motives in approaching Chu Xuan."
Gu Haitang grew increasingly disgusted with this woman. As expected, Chu Xuan was still too innocent and kind, completely unaware that this demoness was intent on scheming for his wealth and life.
Qingqing snorted coldly, secretly thinking: Ugly woman, do you really think your thoughts and intentions can be hidden from me?
Logically speaking, with their cultivation evenly matched, Qingqing's ability to listen to others' thoughts could have been effective.
But this Gu Haitang, for some unknown reason, had a secret treasure for protection, making Qingqing's listening efforts rather poor and often unclear.
Of course, compared to Chu Xuan, who could not be read at all, it was still much better.
