Saint, thinking of these two words, Zi Qin had an urge to go crazy. If this guy was a saint, then it truly insulted the term itself.
Feeling dissatisfied, she thought Ling Tong was pulling one over on her.
However, after some thought, Zi Qin couldn't help but doubt, considering Ling Tong came from a noble background and had important connections; he was a person of true virtue, so how could he lie?
Could it be that she failed to perceive the saintly aspects of Xiao Han? She pondered this and arrived at such a conclusion.
"Forget it, I'll observe him a bit longer," she finally decided.
Xiao Han naturally had no clue about Zi Qin's thoughts. He returned to his room, crawled into bed, and once again, intoxicating sounds filled the space.
As for Taishang and Wude, the two hapless brothers, both were battered and bruised. They exchanged looks before retreating to their respective rooms.
Clearly, neither had gained the upper hand in the recent skirmish.
