"Haotian Painter, have the letters sent to the Su Family over the past few years been intercepted? Why are you unwilling to see me?"
Jiang Huanhuan didn't first catch up with Su Muqing and the others beside her. Instead, she stood on tiptoe, approached Li Hao, and with an exquisite, lively little face tilted up, she asked.
The fragrance from the young girl, along with the aroma of her breath, wafted over.
Before Li Hao could respond, Su Muqing's face had already turned cold, and she said:
"Our Su Family would never do such a thing. I wish he would leave, so he won't be an eyesore in our Su Family!"
"Mu Qing."
Su Wanqing's expression changed slightly as she tugged on Su Muqing, considering that with so many talents present, speaking so harshly would put Li Hao in an awkward position.
Both Lin Jinrou and Jiang Huanhuan's eyes flickered slightly as they looked at Li Hao, but they saw no anger in him.
