"Little fuss?"
Originally, Zhang Zicheng did not think Ye Xiao had any real ability, but after hearing Ye Xiao say that, he became somewhat interested in this person of a similar age to himself.
"Is my cousin being modest now? With the way you carry yourself, you don't seem like someone who makes little fuss."
Zhang Zicheng's words were not empty, the aura surrounding Ye Xiao was vastly different from that of ordinary people his age.
Especially when the words "little fuss" came from Ye Xiao's mouth, his expression was too nonchalant.
"Is that so? How so?"
Ye Xiao flashed a toothy smile.
Today, Zhang Aiying had inquired about the recent events in Jiangzhou City, and those four families were all related to the calamity that had befallen the Tang Family years ago, leading her to suspect that it was most likely Ye Xiao's doing.
From this, she deduced Ye Xiao's character. Seeing that Ye Xiao's words were somewhat unusual, she immediately stepped forward.
