Yan Qing held a foxtail grass in his mouth, staring at Su Chu, who sat obediently before him, yet didn't say a word for a long time.
Feeling nervous under his gaze, Su Chu asked in a soft voice, "Yan, Young Master Yan, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Chewing on the foxtail grass, Yan Qing casually asked, "What are you nervous about?"
Su Chu became even more nervous, "I'm not, not nervous."
Yan Qing didn't believe him, "You look very nervous to me."
"You're, you're mistaken." Su Chu felt his heart twist into knots with anxiety.
Yan Qing chuckled, "You seem quite afraid of me?"
"No, I'm not." Su Chu shook his head.
"Do you stutter?" Yan Qing raised an eyebrow.
Again, Su Chu shook his head, "No, I'm not, not stuttering."
Yan Qing looked at him, "I already said I don't eat people."
