Hu Xiaotian said, "It isn't because I'm afraid. It's because I have love in my heart. I know that true affection still exists in this world. I'm not some cold-blooded creature who disowns even his own family."
"Insolence! You dare insult me!" Qiqi snapped.
Hu Xiaotian blinked. "I wasn't talking about you. Other people might not know, but don't I? When you were in trouble at the Orchid Temple, you cared quite a bit about Quan Dean. Otherwise, why would you have bothered whether he lived or died? You've treated me pretty well, too."
At these words, Qiqi's expression softened somewhat. "At least you have a little conscience," she said quietly.
Hu Xiaotian's next words nearly infuriated her to death again. "Though I also understand that you only want to use me. You think I still have some value. Otherwise, you wouldn't help me."
"What value do you have?" Qiqi said. "Aside from that slick tongue of yours, I really haven't noticed any abilities."
"Does having abilities mean you have to trumpet them for the whole world to hear?" Hu Xiaotian said. "That's called showing off your treasures. A man of substance and depth like me disdains such things."
"You..." Qiqi gave a cold chuckle.
Just then, synchronized footsteps sounded downstairs. They stopped talking and looked outside, where a column several hundred strong was passing along the road in front of the restaurant. Ever since the unrest at the Imperial Mausoleum had begun last night, the atmosphere in the Kang Capital had abruptly grown tense. To prevent any possible uprising, the entire capital had been placed under martial law. Patrolling Imperial Guards could be seen in every street and alley.
"Something feels off today!" Hu Xiaotian said.
The waiter happened to come in with their dishes. Qiqi actually picked up