"The argument is sound and reasonable, Brother Xuan understands society and women.
But Liu Zhizhong could only give a bitter smile, "Brother Xuan, you've gone deep, far too deep. In front of me, you're already terrifyingly strong, and that is Miss Luo's greatest dignity. To become your wife is her fortune as well as the Luo Family's."
"Yes..." Liu Zhizhong felt a bit aggrieved inside, but still had to say this contrary to his feelings.
Qian Xuan didn't say anything more and pressed the call button on his wheelchair, then said, "I'll have Song Zhe send you off. I hope their arrival didn't disturb you or frighten you."
"Hehe, thank you, Brother Xuan, it's nothing, really nothing..."
"Have another sip of water, another cigarette?"
"Oh, yes, thank you..."
Then Liu Zhizhong really did drink some water and lit a cigarette.
He had just taken a puff when Song Zhe entered.
Liu Zhizhong had to smother the cigarette and got ready to say goodbye to Qian Xuan.
But Qian Xuan said, "No need to put out the cigarette, keep smoking on your way out!"
"Oh, hehe, okay, thank you, Brother Xuan. Goodbye?"
"Yes, goodbye!" Qian Xuan closed his eyes and waved his hand.
That gloomy face reappeared, displaying an indescribable strong aura.
At that moment, he seemed like a king?
Then, led by Song Zhe, Liu Zhizhong followed and left. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
Qian Xuan sat in his wheelchair, it took a long time before he felt calm.
He grabbed his phone and made a hands-free call directly to Feng Xiaoyue.
Soon, Feng Xiaoyue answered the phone.
"Yo, loser, why are you calling me?"
Feng Xiaoyue's voice, clear as ever, resonated through Qian Xuan's phone.
Yes, that's what Feng Xiaoyue called Qian Xuan!
Even her, but anyone else... geez, would be tired of living?
Qian Xuan's eyes narrowed, a cold light emanated, yet he calmly said, "Well, the loser wanted to hear your voice, wanted to be called a loser by you, is that not allowed?"
"Then you really are a loser!"
Feng Xiaoyue was very straightforward, very cold, completely uncaring about who Qian Xuan was.
Qian Xuan didn't get angry and said, "How's work been recently?"
"If my work isn't good, who else can be?"
"Yeah, true!" A friendly and likable smile appeared on Qian Xuan's face, almost delightful, "I heard, recently you discovered new talent?"
"What do you mean? Make yourself clear!"
Qian Xuan was silent for a moment, then lightly uttered three words: "Liu Zhizhong."
"Oh... you mean him?"
Feng Xiaoyue seemed to understand, "Then, you're wrong about that loser, he's not talented!"
"Oh? Miss Feng has really high standards, so Liu Zhizhong doesn't count as talented?"
"He is a genius, an exceptional talent, get it?"
He was really silent for a long time, then bitterly laughed.
"What's funny, what's there to laugh about?"
Qian Xuan said, "How is Liu Zhizhong an exceptional talent?"
"Loser, you wouldn't understand, huh? Liu Zhizhong, in terms of appearance and temperament, is exceptionally handsome. In terms of talent, his writings are outstanding and praised in Jinxiang. When it comes to voice..."
In one breath, Feng Xiaoyue said a lot.
Qian Xuan silently listened, without agreeing, and finally said, "After saying so much, aren't you afraid I'd get jealous?"
"Jealous your ass! Get lost!"
Feng Xiaoyue hung up the phone, without any sentimentality.
That temper, it's frighteningly explosive.
In Liu Zhizhong's eyes, Feng Xiaoyue was definitely a sophisticated and cultured beauty, distinguished and intellectual.
But could he understand?
Different spheres, different styles.
At the level of Feng Xiaoyue and Qian Xuan, it's not something ordinary people can imagine, angering them is truly explosive, both are too familiar with each other, it naturally leads to cursing.
Cursing, swear words, are a common trait of human emotion, no objections accepted!
As for Liu Zhizhong, after leaving the villa manor, was still driven by Song Zhe, but received another threat...