"Xiaoxiao, Brother Yu isn't a vegetarian, rest assured." Fang Yu patted his chest confidently.
Looking at Fang Yu's confident demeanor, Jiang Xiaoxiao remembered the scene from the afternoon at Old Master Xu's birthday banquet—Fang Yu had knocked Sun Junzhong off with a single punch.
She couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Jiang Xiaoxiao sized up Fang Yu again, this time like a startled little kitten, with one small hand over her mouth, looking him up and down.
"Could it be… you're involved in the underworld?"
Her eyes also lit up.
From a young age, she never liked studying seriously, everything went smoothly under her sister's arrangements. In fact, she loved those violent and thrilling scenes.
Fang Yu saw these thoughts in her eyes and tapped her little head—
"It seems all my talking just now was in vain… You must study hard in the future, don't follow my path."
Jiang Xiaoxiao, dissatisfied with the tap, pouted, "No way—"
