"What a great inability to remain indifferent."
Xiao Yuan, pale-faced, stood in front of Anning: "Lang Daoist friend, isn't it? Friendship is precious for its sincerity, as well as its ability to mutually influence and improve each other. But when Xiao He did wrong, usurping others' belongings, why didn't you counsel him? Now we're just retrieving what belongs to our family, yet you stand in the way. Does one word 'friend' allow you to disregard the Heavenly Dao Laws, and ignore right and wrong?"
Lang Qingyu looked at Xiao Yuan, his expression unpleasant.
It had been a long time since a junior had openly confronted him like this, making him feel embarrassed.
Most importantly, Xiao Yuan was blocking his view of Anning, preventing him from seeing her.
The first time Lang Qingyu laid eyes on Anning, he was captivated.
