As soon as the words fell.
These well-informed children of prominent families immediately understood and looked at Huo Xingzhou in shock and ambiguity, never expecting him, always so serious and aloof, to make such a joke.
Xiang Huai's face turned an ugly shade of iron blue, and Xu Xingluo's fingers fiddled with her dress, the jealousy in her eyes wishing to burn Qiao Xi to ashes.
Qiao Xi's head dropped even lower, her cheeks flushed red.
How could Mr. Huo speak of such a thing so seriously and openly?
Yet, Huo Xingzhou refused to let Xiang Huai off easily, "What breed of horse do you think I am? A thoroughbred or a coldblood horse?"
"You... are shameless."
Xiang Huai squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth.
He had never imagined the flawless Huo Xingzhou would utter such words to defend a village girl.
He willingly degraded himself by comparing himself to a horse.
