"I have to get to the bottom of this. If Chang Xi is really involved with the Immortal Dao, or even part of the plot against me... I will absolutely, *absolutely* never forgive her!"
After an unknown amount of time, the look of dejection and despair on Yang Xiao's face was suddenly swept away.
He stood up.
He spoke those words with a chilling coldness.
Although Fire Kite couldn't speak for Chang Xi, she was her maid—and her closest personal maid at that. Yang Xiao believed that as long as Chang Xi was alive, Fire Kite would never do anything wicked behind her back.
Yang Xiao knew exactly what kind of person Chang Xi was.
Decisive, ruthless, and possessive. She was someone who would never allow betrayal.
But in his first life, Yang Xiao had simply loved her.
He had been utterly infatuated with her.
He felt that only a woman like that had real spice, real flair.
Only she was worthy of him.
And only he was worthy of her.
