"Young Master..."
The corners of Xiaotao's mouth twitched as she desperately tried to suppress a laugh.
When she could no longer hold it in, she raised a long sleeve to hide half her face and whispered, "Your reputation..."
"...I know. Say no more."
How could Zheng Xiu not know he'd been thoroughly set up by Xie Luohe?
He'd originally thought it was Xiao Buping who would lose face, so he didn't need to worry. But now, under the watchful eyes of the entire crowd, their scorching stares were fixed upon him. Filled with hate, contempt, envy, or even lust—a bizarre assortment—they felt like steel needles stabbing into Zheng Xiu, making his whole body ache. The shame that should have been Xiao Buping's was now entirely his to bear.
As the two of them whispered, another knightly couple, the envy of the Jianghu, quietly slipped away to prevent the wife from falling victim to the scoundrel's clutches.
