"Sir, you...?" Ying Lingxue asked in a daze.
It wasn't out of arrogance. As the young mistress of the Xiao Family, countless people coveted her body. She knew that her appearance was among the top three in Ice River City. She believed that Ye Xuan would definitely want her, and she and her son would have a protector as a result.
But at this moment, she suddenly realized how foolish she was, because the man in black in front of her looked at her with eyes void of any human emotion. Those gray eyes revealed a hint of coldness.
"Three thousand beauties causing chaos, endless Red Dust desires. Woman, you are still too naive," Ye Xuan spoke calmly and casually took a seat on a chair.
"Sir, could it be...could it be...I'm not worthy of you?" Ying Lingxue's face turned pale, her heart pierced with pain, and she felt a surge of shame and anger.
