After holding his gaze for two seconds, Zhan Se suddenly had an epiphany, "So, you knew all along?"
She speculated that Emperor Quan must have known about Zhui Ming's affection for him all this time, otherwise he wouldn't have asked that question. Sure enough, Emperor Quan snorted coldly and, instead of answering right away, took out a cigarette. Bowing his head, he lit it and took a drag before lazily releasing a statement with the smoke.
"Even a fool like you knows about it, so how could I not know?"
Fuck!
To elevate himself while also putting others down, people with the surname Quan really are no good.
Amazed at Fourth Master's extraordinary emotional intelligence, Zhan Se felt even more that this man's thoughts were not just hard to decipher; they were truly bottomless, even darker than the blackest grey. She pursed her lips and looked at him askance, displeased, "Since you knew, speaking to others in that tone, isn't that quite hurtful?"
