"Miss Zhaowei?"
Although Zhang Yuan had not finished speaking, Li Huixi and Li Zhongshuang heard that form of address clearly. Both turned their gazes toward Cui Zhaowei, each with a different look in her eyes.
Li Zhongshuang's feelings were tangled. She looked at Cui Zhaowei in her pale yellow enchanted dress, a sword hanging at her waist, looking handsome and sharp, then lowered her eyes slightly, overwhelmed with guilt.
They were both at Nine Turns of Qi Refining, yet Cui Zhaowei was clearly far better than she was.
Not only did she possess exceptional talent for the sword, she was also the only daughter of the Eastern Ya Cui Clan's head. Barring any unforeseen events, she would control the entire Eastern Ya Cui Clan in the future. Most importantly, she looked like a normal person.
She would not invite gossip. Marrying her would truly be a fitting match.
I already owe him, and now I'm holding him back too. How am I any different from Father, Li Houcheng...?
Li Huixi did not share Li Zhongshuang's complicated feelings. Her brows drew together, and she sneered. "What good fortune you have, Young Master Zhang. A beautiful woman comes calling first thing in the morning. You really do make others green with envy."
Zhang Yuan heard the sarcasm in Li Huixi's voice and wondered whether she had swallowed gunpowder. Had she come over so early just to pick a fight with him?
Still, Li Huixi's words really packed no punch at all.
Zhang Yuan offered no defense and walked up to Li Huixi.
Li Huixi frowned.
She could not make sense of Zhang Yuan's reaction.
What's he coming over for? Does he want to rap me on the head again?
Remembering the rap Zhang Yuan had given her yesterday, Li Huixi snorted softly.