"Why?" Chu Han asked coldly, seemingly oblivious to Jiang Yichun's jealousy, and continued to press for answers.
"Inconvenient!" This word was practically squeezed through Jiang Yichun's teeth, his face colder than ice, his gaze on Chu Han fierce and piercing.
Chu Han still wore a cold face, seemingly oblivious to social niceties. "What's inconvenient?" he asked.
Tired of the back-and-forth, Jiang Yichun scoffed, "You don't need to know so much, my wife currently has no intention of taking any disciples, nor is it convenient to have too much contact with you."
Diao Yao, chilled by the icy air between them, moved to hide behind Bai Ruozhu and whispered, "Sister Bai, I always thought Brother Han was as cold as his name suggests, I never thought that your husband would be even more terrifying. Is he always this harsh with you?"
Hearing Diao Yao's words, Bai Ruozhu almost laughed out loud. These two were indeed chilly men, their presence practically freezing the area.
