Zi Qianjing's features gradually grew stern, and his eyes carried a chilling coldness. The smile at the corners of his lips lifted slightly, and his lazy, charming voice rang out amidst the clamor.
"Zang Qingxue, is it?"
Zang Qingxue hadn't expected Zi Qianjing to know her name, and her face flushed with bashful shyness. "Young Master Zi, if you don't mind, you can call me Xue'er."
Xue'er?
Nauea churned within Zi Qianjing's stomach, and he couldn't help but rush to the side to vomit, momentarily forgetting his intent to settle accounts with Zang Qingxue, wishing only to expel everything he had eaten in the past few days.
"My apologies," Zi Qianjing wiped the corner of his mouth and lifted his beautiful face that could eclipse all things in nature, a smile lingering in his eyes, yet that smile seemed perpetually sinister, "Those two words are just too nauseating for me to bear in that moment."
