Perhaps noticing Su Xiaoli's concern, Xinglin raised his head gracefully, putting down the bowl elegantly, and flashed her a smile:
"You still don't understand me well."
"This is a good opportunity to properly introduce myself to you."
Having said that, the young man stood up and walked towards the door.
Su Xiaoli furrowed her brow, almost instinctively reaching out to grab Xinglin's arm, "Don't go..."
There must be another way.
She couldn't let such a young kid stand up for her and Qin Zimo.
Qin Zimo might be heartless, but she couldn't be.
Xinglin frowned, glanced at Su Xiaoli's hand on his wrist, and asked indifferently, "What are you doing?"
Su Xiaoli swallowed, "Are you... really going to have a head-on clash with those people?"
Xinglin nodded, "Mhm."
The young girl took a deep breath, lowered her voice, "Xinglin, listen to me."
"This was caused by me, it's between Cheng Xiangping and me, it's not related to you."
