Yang Xiao lifted his gaze and peered intently at Shangguan Hao standing before him.
Seeing this, Shangguan Hao let out a sly laugh, his face once again bearing the seemingly harmless smile from before.
The irritable expression he had just shown seemed as if it had never appeared on his face.
What he was thinking now, nobody knew; his thoughts were truly like those of a woman—enigmatic and difficult to fathom.
If this were not the case, Uncle Liu, who had always been by his side and knew him very well, would not have misjudged his thoughts earlier, nor would he have worried about his safety.
"Brother, don't be nervous. I just genuinely want to have a chat with you, with no ill intentions!" Shangguan Hao spoke up again at this time.
"Let's just talk here; if you have something to say, say it. I don't have that much time to waste with you!" Yang Xiao spoke indifferently.
