Lin Xin's face showed not the slightest stir. He merely answered twice, did not even glance this way, and prepared to leave.
Then the little girl said something else, and Lin Yazaki clearly saw Lin Xin's gaze land on her from afar.
Only then did everyone see Lin Xin nod slightly, turn, and walk over.
"Cold enough, aren't you?"
One of the boys said this with obvious dissatisfaction.
"He is the Young Master of the Main Family, after all." The Ninth Prince smiled, but Lin Xin had not even spared them a glance just now. That disdainful attitude also made him somewhat unhappy.
"Even if he is the Young Master of the Main Family, he is not a Secret Blood Warrior in the end. How could he compare with Your Highness the Prince?"
Lin Yazaki slipped in a little flattery.
The Ninth Prince pressed his lips together and said nothing, his gaze still fixed firmly on Lin Xin.
Lin Xin casually approached.
He saw Lin Yazaki here and heard from that little girl that they too were heading to the ceremony grounds. Lin Yaoyang would be coming over shortly, so he simply came over to go with them.
Before reaching the pavilion, Lin Xin stopped and stood still.
With his eyesight, he could naturally tell that this group of little brats did not seem particularly well-disposed toward him.
"Young Master Sun Snatcher! I have long admired you." The one standing in the middle beside Yazaki cupped his hands toward him, speaking loudly with the bearing of a little adult.
Lin Xin glanced at him and could not be bothered to respond.
Of everyone here, this person hated him the most. The glow of negative emotion on him was as clear and bright as fireflies in the night.
He was already