After Xie Lingyu finished those two sentences, her gaze returned to the path ahead.
Hearing Xie Lingyu speak, Chu Xingchen turned to look at her.
He saw that Xie Lingyu was already looking ahead, her expression calm, as though what she had just said could not have been more ordinary.
But the Xie Lingyu of before would never have said something that made him want to tease her a little.
It was just that he could not tease her about something like that right now.
Chu Xingchen suppressed the urge to make a quip.
After all, Xie Lingyu was thin-skinned, and she really would hit him if he pushed her too far. He did not want to get kicked like that Flood Dragon who could not read the room.
He was simply so used to teasing his disciples that suddenly having to hold his tongue felt rather unfamiliar.
Chu Xingchen looked ahead and lightly pressed his lips together.
Xie Lingyu looked at the crowd, still somewhat bustling even in the rain.
Life would not give people room to breathe just because of heavy rain and disaster.
They walked for a while, but she still heard nothing from Chu Xingchen beside her.
Xie Lingyu glanced sideways again, only to see Chu Xingchen looking ahead with a somewhat serious expression.
It was as though he had not heard what she had said.
In the past, he would always say something that deserved a beating to tease her at a time like this.
Xie Lingyu could not help starting a conversation. "What do you plan to do?"
At that, Chu Xingchen raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Go be a shit-stirrer."
"A shit-stirrer?!" Xie Lingyu looked at him dubiously.
Did that term have some other meaning? Was it self-deprecation?
Chu Xingchen explained, "Making something