Yu Hang looked at her with his electrifying peach blossom eyes. "Chiang Xiao, my father is Yu Zhensheng, a prosecutor from Province N. My mother works in Province N as well. Minghui’s father—who is also my uncle—Xi Guoyou, is a leading figure in the manufacturing industry of Province N. Because of mistakes we made, our families have offended some villains and are now suffering a series of retaliatory strikes. That’s why we’ve transferred from Province N to this county town in G Province to attend school. My dad and my uncle both hope that we can stay away from Province N for a while. First, our departure might be out of sight, out of mind for those people, perhaps helping them cool off. Second, they fear that back there, they might have full control and could..."
Yu Hang made a throat-slitting gesture across his neck.
Chiang Xiao listened with an emotionless expression.
She guessed Yu Hang was probably telling the truth.
After all, it was more or less what Fu Mingfeng had told her. It’s just that Fu Mingfeng didn’t know it as clearly as Yu Hang did.
But what expression should she give?
Fearful, unsettled, tense, agitated?
Minghui’s gaze drifted for a while before finally returning. With a look that said, "Anyway, Yu Hang has said it all; I’m a dead pig not afraid of boiling water," he watched Chiang Xiao curiously. "Can you show some reaction?"
Chiang Xiao nodded and asked, "Hmm, I heard everything. So, what does this have to do with my painting? Just to be clear, I don’t want to get involved in your affairs at all."
Yu Hang had been quite serious too, but seeing her reaction, he couldn’t help but laugh while holding his forehead.
"Chiang Xiao, you really are a very special girl. Don’t worry, we won’t drag you into this. The favor we’re asking for is not dangerous."
"Speak," Chiang Xiao signaled for him to continue.
Yu Hang said, "My dad and his dad have been trying to ask for help from a big shot in Province N. As long as he’s willing to mediate, this matter could be completely resolved by the three families sitting down together. The person we offended really listens to that elder. But the old man’s getting on in years, and lately, his mind hasn’t been working well."
For some reason, Chiang Xiao felt a disrespectful urge to laugh.
Were they trying to get help from an old man bordering on senility?
Yu Hang, seeing the smile in her eyes, suddenly found them extremely beautiful, far more so than his own peach blossom eyes.
The heaviness in his heart lightened instantly at the sight of her large eyes twinkling with mirth.
He couldn’t resist the impulse to reach out and poke her, except this time he wanted to poke her face. However, as soon as he moved his hand, Chiang Xiao sensed it, and with a flick of the spoon in her hand, she deflected his finger away.
"Try poking me again."
She looked at him, the amusement in her large eyes disappearing in an instant.
Yu Hang then understood that she wasn’t kidding; she genuinely disliked his touch and indeed, if he actually touched her, she would most likely stand up immediately, turn around, and leave, refusing to listen to them any further.
He couldn’t help but ask, "Do you have some psychological barrier? Don’t like being touched by others?"
Minghui almost sprayed out his green bean ice.
Yu Hang had the annoying habit of poking people when speaking, something he’d done since childhood. But he only poked people he liked, so there had even been girls who were proud to be poked by him.
This was really the first time he had seen someone dislike Yu Hang’s touch so much. No wonder Yu Hang himself couldn’t believe it and thought Chiang Xiao had some sort of problem.
Chiang Xiao rolled her eyes in annoyance.