Xiao Chen didn't care whether Henry was willing to listen or not. "Imagine placing someone's hand in an extremely cold environment for a few minutes and then suddenly pouring boiling water over it. The frozen arm would immediately separate from the flesh. It's quite remarkable, don't you think? It's almost like witnessing the magic of God."
Henry's gaze locked with Xiao Chen's, and he trembled in fear as he felt the chilling intensity in Xiao Chen's eyes. "You're truly diabolical! How dare you claim that I am the Marquis's son!"
"I must admit, this time I felt a twinge of fear, but perhaps that won't be the case next time!" Xiao Chen said with a mischievous smile, as if he had merely played a harmless prank.
Three days later, Xiao Han, who had recently returned from a tea party, received an invitation from her beloved, Henry, to dine at a beautiful manor.
