Time returned to the present.
Xuan Xiao did not even look up. The Soul Tool parts in his hands clicked and clacked as he worked on them.
"Why would I look at you? What's so interesting about a couple of little girls?"
Ning Rongrong's cheeks puffed up at once, round and bulging like an angry pufferfish.
"You! How can you be like this? Two gorgeous women are standing in your shop, and you won't even glance at us!"
Xuan Xiao finally raised his head, swept his gaze over the two of them, then lowered it again.
"There. I looked. Now what?"
Ning Rongrong stamped her feet in anger, her high heels clacking against the floor.
"What do you mean, 'now what'? Can't you at least react?"
Xuan Xiao's hands paused.
"React? How? Should I drool, or should my eyes light up?"
Ning Rongrong was left speechless, her face flushed crimson.
Zhu Zhuqing stood to one side and pressed her lips together, swallowing the words she had been about to say.
As she watched Xuan Xiao's focused profile, her heart fluttered wildly.
She had never met a man like him before.
Other men either leered openly at her or sneaked glances while pretending to be above such things.
But Xuan Xiao's gaze passed over her as though she were an ordinary piece of furniture, without the slightest ripple of interest.
Xuan Xiao continued working and spoke in a perfectly level tone.
"Stop mooning over me. Since you've escaped, stop dwelling on the past. Find some secluded haven where hardly anyone goes and live out your days alone. Neither Dai Weisi nor Zhu Zhuyun will come looking for you. But if you still have your eye on that position, you're headed for a dead end."
Zhu Zhuqing stiffened, her face turning deathly