He, Xie Lingfeng, who was he? He was a rare prodigy in the Great Jin Dynasty, to the point where even the family heads of the great clans treated him with ingratiating attitudes.
Now, he had eagerly sought out Zheng Ming and waited for such a long time, yet Zheng Ming appeared as if he hadn't seen him at all, which was truly irritating.
But still, he had to suppress the anger in his heart and put on an amiable face as he spoke to Zheng Ming.
Zheng Ming, of course, had seen Xie Lingfeng, but he didn't want to deal with Xie Lingfeng. Honestly, seeing Xie Lingfeng's haughty demeanor, as though everyone owed him money, made Zheng Ming rather uncomfortable.
When he felt uncomfortable, he would naturally interact with you if he felt like it, and if he didn't feel like it, he just wouldn't.
"What business does Young Master Xie have?" Zheng Ming put away his handkerchief and began to fix Zheng Xiaoxuan's hair that had been messed up from jumping rope.
