"Brother Han... you..."
Staring at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar young man, Xiahou Wenxin felt the image of the cool, handsome Brother Han she had fantasized about for seven years completely collapse!
Noticing the Young Girl not far behind Yao Han, Xiao Yan asked curiously, "Brother Han, this person behind you is...?"
Yao Han smiled ingratiatingly as he "offered" some pills from his Storage Ring to Zi Yan. Straightening up, he glanced behind him before smiling at Xiao Yan. "Oh, that's the second daughter of the Xiahou Family, Xiahou Wenxin. We're... acquaintances, I suppose."
Hearing Yao Han call her an "acquaintance, I suppose," Xiahou Wenxin was overcome with sorrow. She bit her lip lightly as her eyes gradually reddened.
Liuli stepped forward and secretly asked, "Little Han, let me ask you something. This Yao Family of Tian Xing City—is that your family?"
I call you Sister, but isn't that way too familiar...?
Looking at the exquisite Young Girl who only reached his chest, Yao Han found it strange no matter how he thought about it. He could only complain helplessly in his heart.
"Yes, yes. The Yao Family's head, Yao Hongwu, is indeed my father." Complaints aside, Yao Han still gave Liuli plenty of face on the surface, nodding and bowing as he answered.
"I see!" Liuli's eyes shifted toward Xiahou Wenxin, who looked close to tears in the distance. She gave a mischievous smile and poked Yao Han in the chest. "Not bad! A girl is chasing after you."
Yao Han's expression froze. Then he straightened his back and said with a flushed face, "Other than Sister Liuli, I only like swords!"
Liuli curled her lips and gave a soft snort. "Let me make this clear first—I don't like you. You should give up early. I only see you