"Xiao Han, I'm going to kill you!"
"Xiao Han, you shameless bastard! I'm going to tear out your tendons and skin you alive!"
For several days straight, a woman's furious shouts kept ringing through the Xiao Clan. Naturally, they belonged to Xiao Yu.
Ever since that day when they drank and talked about their dreams in life, Xiao Yu had begun chasing Xiao Han down with a sword, while Xiao Han had embarked on a journey of escape. He did not dare relax his guard for even a moment; Xiao Yu might burst out from anywhere and give him two slashes.
The Xiao Clan's Younger Generation was utterly baffled by this pursuit. Just how had Xiao Han offended Xiao Yu? And this fellow was truly bold—he actually dared provoke Xiao Yu, that fiery older beauty. He really was asking for trouble.
Among the Xiao Clan's Younger Generation, only Xiao Yan knew the truth. He had seen it with his own eyes, so he naturally understood everything.
"Brother, if you've done something romantic, you naturally have to pay a price. But don't worry, I won't tell Xue Qin about this. I can guarantee that I'm definitely not that kind of person!" Watching Xiao Han dash past him in a blur, with the furious Xiao Yu close behind, Xiao Yan could not help shaking his head and sighing.
"Xiao Yan, just how did Xiao Han offend Cousin Xiao Yu?" At that moment, a graceful figure approached. After looking worriedly at the two ahead—one chasing, one fleeing—Xiao Xueqin asked Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan glanced at Xiao Xueqin without speaking. He then crouched down and wrote a line on the ground:
"He touched Xiao Yu's leg!"
After writing it, Xiao Yan shook his head and sighed before leaving directly. He had not spoken