Chen Nuo understood immediately; the Great Roc had nothing good to say and must have said something to make He Xi feel uncomfortable.
She had just arrived here, at a time when she was most sensitive—how could she not have suspicions after hearing those words?
"Xi, don't listen to what he said. Come here, I made you some milk tea," Chen Nuo said, and a cup of milk tea suddenly appeared in his hand.
He had thought of this in the morning since he noticed something was off about He Xi's expression yesterday.
This young lady seemed clever, but perhaps too clever. A little anomaly would make her overthink, a few instances still manageable, but if it persisted over time, constantly held inside, it could become uncomfortable or even lead to trouble.
Indeed, He Xi's mood was somewhat sour. Seeing Chen Nuo come out and associating it with what the Great Roc had said, she felt the distance between them growing farther.
