When Hui heard Jiang Zheyu's words, his expression instantly turned cold. His grayish-white eyes looked unsettlingly terrifying as he stared at her icily. "How did you know I came from the slums?"
He questioned her coldly, word by word.
Jiang Zheyu had no idea what was wrong with these people's thought processes. 'How dare they question *me* so coldly?'
'But it *is* a little hard to explain. Normally, I shouldn't know Hui, let alone his background and origins.'
"What, did I hit a nerve?" Jiang Zheyu retorted instead of answering.
"You... fine!" Hui laughed, incensed. His grayish-white eyes were fixed on Jiang Zheyu in a cold, dark stare as he slowly walked toward her.
Jiang Zheyu's brow furrowed slightly.
'Don't tell me I hit such a sore spot that he's actually going to hit me?'
As Hui approached, Xiao Luo hurried out to stand in front of Jiang Zheyu. Despite his slender frame, he resolutely spread his arms to shield her.
