"Elder sister Chuxi, that's not how it should be calculated." Zi Yin really treated Ling Chuxi as a country bumpkin rogue cultivator from the mountains as she said this, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Zi Yin, trust me." Ling Chuxi held Zi Yin's hand and looked into her eyes as she spoke.
Zi Yin had originally wanted to say something, but when she looked at Ling Chuxi's clear eyes, she could not say a word. In Ling Chuxi's eyes, she could see the strong self-confidence in her heart. That was not blind arrogance of a frog in a well, but self-confidence that came from the depths of her heart.
