Xiao Ling's lip twitched when he saw Zhu Xi's calm expression. Meanwhile, xiao Bao almost laughed. But, to not make his xiao Ling angrier, he held it in.
Zhu Xi stared at xiao Ling's furious face and he heaved a sigh. "Whether or not senior wanted to tell me or not, it is up to you." He sincerely said. "I can just ask Wen Yan myself." He looked back at Fei Yinzi's and Wen Wen's tent.
Xiao Ling became angrier at Zhu Xi's words, but then he immediately calmed down. "How can you ask your friend about this matter?" he said and smiled.
Zhu Xi's brows knotted and he turned back to look at him. "What do you mean?" he asked.
Xiao Ling grinned and he took out a fan, flipped it open before he covered the smile on his lips. "Will he really tell you about this matter…? I wonder." He said.
Zhu Xi frowned.
