Lou Luchuan still smiled, twirling his Buddha beads, and looking at Fu Chi.
There was little light in Fu Chi's eyes, and his voice was evidently indifferent to the extreme, yet it inexplicably carried a piercing, icy sharpness.
"I dislike trouble, and I don't like frail weakness." He paused, then raised his eyelids: "It's annoying."
He showed no regard for face-saving at all.
His frankness was enough to make one's head numb.
After all, that was the Lou Family...
The third master really didn't regard anyone in his eyes.
The surrounding people didn't dare to breathe.
What stood before their eyes were two big shots, neither was a pushover. If Lou Luchuan was angered, it wouldn't be easy to defuse the situation.
However, what surprised them was…
Lou Luchuan kept the same expression throughout, he picked at his thin lips neutrally, his eyes and eyebrows exuding elegance: "It seems, the third young master already has a young lady he admires."
