Wen Xiaoxiao caught a glimpse of a black figure striding towards them, and her smug, domineering expression instantly fell. A mist covered her eyes as she took small steps forward.
Wen Zaao had just turned around and bumped directly into Lin Zixuan. Then, she heard the soft and pretentious voice behind her ring out again, laden with grievance, "Zixuan, she..."
That appearance of wanting to speak but holding back seemed as if Wen Zaao had somehow bullied her.
"Zaozao?" Lin Zixuan subconsciously assumed Wen Zaao was following him, furrowing his brows tightly, "Zaozao, I thought I already explained it very clearly to you. Why do you keep pestering me? The person I want to marry is the eldest young lady of the Wen Family, definitely not the daughter of a housemaid trying to climb her way up."
