Qiu Jun, dressed in a black suit and metal-framed glasses, confronted Xiao Chen with a cold, challenging gaze.
His lips curled up at the corners, his pale skin even colder under the moonlight as a derisive sneer played on his lips; his jaw moved slightly, "As a land of courtesy, should you not extend hospitality to your guests?"
Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed dangerously, his thin lips parted lightly, "That depends on the person; someone like you, of course, deserves nothing but hostility."
After speaking, he walked past him, brushing shoulders, a cold air lingering in the atmosphere.
"Do you understand her?"
Xiao Chen's steps suddenly halted, his gaze turned frosty. He didn't turn around, his hands in his pockets as he stared ahead, a few strands of hair obscuring his inscrutable vision, his eyes deep and complex.
"Do you know what she has been through?"
