Chi Huan glanced at Daisy, whose expression clearly showed unwillingness, but she still passed her by, going straight to Mo Shiqian. She lowered her head and pursed her lips, looking at his outstretched hand with hesitation—
Had they already laid their cards on the table with their elders?
She slowly raised her hand, intending to place it on top of his.
With a "snap," a sudden and sharp noise, Chi Huan almost instinctively pulled her hand back.
But before she could retreat, the man had already grasped her hand.
Old Master Xia had already stood up from the sofa. The noise just now was him forcefully throwing his teacup onto the ground. He had always been a man of high standing, and although he didn't carry the same imposing presence as Lawrence, without anger, that kind of aura could scare an ordinary young girl speechless.
However, with her hand being held by the man, Chi Huan didn't feel any great shock.
