Huo Siqian didn't answer; rather, he continued writing his calligraphy. When he finished writing and threw his calligraphy brush aside, Mo Xue'er walked up to his right side and looked at what he wrote –'Life and death depend on fate, wealth and honor depend on destiny.
"Haha… what a setup, you're talking about life and death already? Are you really going to fight Qin Chu to the death? Is it worth it?"
Mo Xue'er chuckled.
Huo Siqian tilted his head and looked at her with a grim expression on his face. "You know I don't like smart women."
"But Huo Mian's smarter than me," Mo Xue'er rebutted.
"Nope, it's not the same. Her intelligence is real, but yours is all in your head…" Huo Siqian turned around in disdain and went back to looking at his calligraphy piece.
Mo Xue'er was angry, but she didn't have the guts to say anything else.
In Huo Siqian's eyes, no one was as good as Huo Mian, no matter how outstanding she was.
