The questions shocked Zhao Ruoxin.
Both of Yuan Xuan's hands were clasped on his forehead while his sharp gaze was directed at Zhao Ruoxin. He did not want to miss any details.
This man was already a composed and dark person. When he used this gaze to scrutinize others, anyone would feel threatened by the piercing coldness that seemed to be able to see through everything.
Zhao Ruoxin was momentarily speechless before she looked at Grandmother for help.
Old Mistress sighed to indicate that she was somewhat unhappy with Yuan Xuan's attitude.
She quietly said, "I told Ruoxin many things about Qinger when she was younger.
