While Xiao Si and A Hai were watching Chen Mo, Chen Mo noticed the two of them as well. It would have been difficult not to notice. With his Spiritual Sense, one sweep was enough to spot the two skulking in a corner, pointing at him and gesturing. It was obvious they were up to no good.
He sighed inwardly. Sure enough, a beautiful woman brings disaster. I only exchanged a few words with Nangong Xue, and that fellow has already made his move. Sitting in the dining room, yet trouble falls from the sky.
Sometimes, Chen Mo truly felt speechless contempt for men who chased girls like this.
There were plenty of trees in the world. Did they really have to hang themselves from one tree? Could they not simply choose another? They might even find a better one.
Although Chen Mo did not know Yan Kaixuan's background, he could tell that he was a Houtian Martial Artist. As far as women were concerned, he would only need to raise an eyebrow or crook a finger, and pretty girls would swarm toward him. Some of them might not even be less beautiful than Nangong Xue.
So men really could be summed up in one word: cheap! And they all liked to strike below the belt—commonly known as being low!
If he had not been a cultivator, if he had been an ordinary person, then this trouble coming for him might have finished him.
Once these extraordinary people gained a little bit of power beyond ordinary mortals, they became unbearably smug and went looking for trouble everywhere.
Chen Mo had no good solution for that. A woman wanted to come over and say a few words to him—was he supposed to chase her away directly?
Impossible. If he drove her