The other's tone was haughty and supercilious as they looked Xie Ci up and down with those piercing eyes.
That gaze made one feel rather uncomfortable.
Xie Ci was already somewhat dissatisfied because the other party had disturbed Little Milk Jin's sleep, and now, seeing their demeanor, he tugged at the corner of his lips lightly.
Youthful pride meant that even if one had experienced pain, they would never see those experiences as barriers blocking their way forward, to say nothing of submitting to anyone before Tang Jin—youthful pride had never conceded to anyone.
It was an age full of ardor and spirit, so naturally, his attitude wasn't pleasant towards someone he didn't see eye to eye with.
"I have nothing to tell you."
The young man crossed his arms and spoke coldly.
That beautiful side profile and exquisite lines only made Zong Siyan stare harder, unable to help but step forward.
