"No matter what it is, once wolf smoke rises, it can't be a good omen." Chu Yao gazed pensively toward where the first plume of wolf smoke had risen. Before he could sink into any deeper reflection, he caught sight of Qi Shan taking off his outer robe and handing it to Shen Tang. He snatched it away.
Qi Shan frowned. "What are you doing?"
Chu Yao shot back, "What are you doing?"
Shen Tang had been about to accept the robe. Seeing Chu Yao clamp a hand around Qi Shan's wrist, she looked at the two men suspiciously and asked, "...What are you doing?"
Gongshu Wu: "..."
Ah, that feeling of being thoroughly ignored had returned.
Qi Shan understood Chu Yao's intention in an instant. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, pointed at Shen Tang, and countered, "You don't really believe it, do you?"
So he was avoiding lending clothes to this "unrelated man"?
That really wasn't necessary.
If Qi Shan had still been half-convinced before today, then after today, he no longer believed Shen Tang's nonsense at all.
Tell him, what daughter from any family could be like this?
Even with Lin Feng as proof that women could open their dantians, look at Lin Feng's style, then look at what Young Master Shen was like. It truly exceeded the bounds of his knowledge. Thus, Chu Yao's reaction seemed utterly "unreasonable" to him.
Chu Yao said expressionlessly, "One-nine."
One part belief, nine parts doubt. Even that one part of belief was granted because of the Heavenly Mandate filter. As for why he had stopped Qi Shan, the reason was simple enough—he disliked the fact that Qi Shan's outer robe was dirty.
Qi Shan: "..."
Chu Yao added, "Your clothes are stained with blood."
The robe was dark