For Lin Xuankong, the most important thing was this:
Now that he had Sima Dongming's faction backing him, he no longer cared much about the forces in a small place like Qingyuan City!
Still, from a certain perspective, Third Miss Miao Miao Wan'er's words came from good intentions, so Lin Xuankong could not exactly refute her.
"All right, I'll remember that!" Lin Xuankong nodded, then said nothing more. Instead, he looked through the glass at the crowds coming and going on the street.
Seeing that he did not seem to care much, Third Miss Miao Miao Wan'er felt a surge of frustration. Her willow-leaf brows furrowed as she wanted to say more, but Lin Xuankong was focused only on the view outside, not even sparing her another glance. Her heart grew even more stifled.
Though this Third Miss Miao had ambitions as lofty as the heavens and always dreamed of relying on connections to bring the entire Miao family soaring to prosperity, chickens and dogs ascending to heaven along with her, no matter how lofty her aspirations were, she was ultimately still an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old young woman. She was at an age when she loved beauty, enjoyed the adoration of her peers, and possessed a little vanity!
Thus,
after seeing Lin Xuankong casually brush her off with a single sentence and then refuse even to look at her, Miao Wan'er could not help muttering to herself.
Was this Lin Qiang some kind of great block of wood?
I meant well. Not only did I not want you to embarrass yourself at someone else's birthday banquet, I also wanted you to live more comfortably in our Miao family afterward. Yet look at you—you obviously didn't take a word I just said to heart!
And was this white outfit I wore