He Xing's smile on his face turned stiff, as if he were wearing an incredibly fake human skin mask, stirring a wave of heartache in anyone who saw it.
What was even more heartbreaking were the words he uttered, "Xiaohan, I understand what you mean. You might always feel that I am helping the Xia Family, and Xia Ning and her family always think I'm helping you. Being caught in the middle, I really... feel so troubled."
The last three words he spoke were in a low voice, laced with undeniable frustration and helplessness.
But at that moment, Fu Han had no mood to empathize with He Xing's feelings because his words were like a ticking time bomb, and moreover, one that had already been ignited.
"Good, very good," Fu Han nodded while sneering coldly, "You're caught in a dilemma, which means you've placed me and Xia Ning on the same level. He Xing, what a clever plan you've made, wanting to have both the Goddess Chang'e and the Heroine Queen is it?"
