After Xie Xun finished talking with Fengyu and Xie Jue, it was already midnight. She wanted to ask Xie Xun about his time in Liuzhou, but she was too tired and decided to go back to her room to rest.
However, Xiaoqi was nowhere near tired. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a pillar in the corridor, and asked expressionlessly, "I heard that back in the day in Liuzhou, you and Han Ziqi fought over an Oiran, spent lavishly, and got into a physical fight. How romantic of you."
Xie Xun was taken aback, "Did Han Ziqi say that?"
"Why aren't you denying it?"
"..." Xie Xun gritted his teeth, "I should have cut his tongue out back then."
"So it's true then?" Xiaoqi said sarcastically, "Being broke like that and yet able to spend so lavishly, truly remarkable!"
Xie Xun replied with a half-smile, "Kid, we're all scroungers here, who are you mocking?"
Xiaoqi was exasperated, "How can you be so thick-skinned?"
"What else?"
