Su Li's bright eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity as she pressed on, "Why aren't you happy?"
"Because they..." Xuan Ting was munching on an apple, paused halfway through his sentence, then turned the topic with a cheeky smile, "I don't know either."
Su Li glared at him in frustration. How could he not know? He clearly just didn't want to tell her.
Xuan Ting's youthful yet handsome face gradually showed a hint of seriousness, "Our sect will never betray you, especially the senior brother, but the people of the Feng Family might. It's hard for rot bamboo to produce good shoots."
Rot bamboo?
Su Li wanted to ask more, but Xuan Ting, holding his half-eaten apple, was about to head to the guest room for a rest. After taking a couple of steps, he turned back expectantly, asking, "Junior sister, can I have all these fruits? I can't afford to buy them."
Su Li's mouth twitched slightly, but she nodded.
