Xia Jinmeng didn't understand what Lin Shanchu meant and replied, "But I'm not your ancestor."
The smile on Lin Shanchu's face instantly disappeared. Her expression turned cold and her voice chilled to the bone.
The room, which was already adequately air-conditioned, became even colder.
Unconsciously, Xia Jinmeng touched her arm, feeling goosebumps appear on it.
"An-Anyway, no matter what, we're both in the same boat now. You should be considerate of my feelings…"
Xia Jinmeng initially spoke confidently. But as she made eye contact with Lin Shanchu, her confidence gradually faded and her voice weakened.
"Only true saints would be able to compromise and sacrifice themselves without demanding anything and return."
Lin Shanchu stared directly into Xia Jinmeng's eyes as she spoke and took a step closer.
With only a foot's worth of space between the two of them, Xia Jinmeng could only step back.
