Upon hearing Han Qiaoqiao's words, the faces of Lin Guo'er, Liu Shilin, and the Witch turned ashen with fury. Just as they were about to speak, Lin Kuang stopped them, signaling them to keep quiet and play it by ear.
"Oh? Is that so?" Chu Zhongtian asked with a smile, his narrow eyes briefly glancing at Han Qiaoqiao beside him.
Feeling Chu Zhongtian's gaze, Han Qiaoqiao's heart inexplicably trembled. It was an extremely unpleasant sensation, as if he could see right through her.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Chu," Han Qiaoqiao replied, trying her best to remain calm and not give anything away.
"Ah, I see," Chu Zhongtian said, turning his head to fix his gaze on Lin Kuang.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and the air between them instantly crackled with tension.
"My friend, don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Chu Zhongtian asked, smiling at Lin Kuang.
"Oh? What kind of explanation are you looking for? Go on, I'm listening," Lin Kuang said with an equally calm smile.
