Jie Chen quickly steadied himself, his slender palm bracing against the carriage wall.
He abruptly raised his head, his dark eyebrows knit with frost, glaring intently at Xiang Ying.
As if she had said something extremely outrageous.
Xiang Ying blinked her delicate lashes innocently: "Why are you looking at me like that? Want to kowtow to me?"
Speaking of which, Jie Chen's almost tumbling action just now really resembled her cartoon character from the Keke Sect.
Jie Chen nearly laughed in exasperation.
"I am not his son!" His face turned ashen as he sat back down in his seat.
Xiang Ying nodded, without a second thought: "Oh, then your true identity holds a position above his."
Suddenly, silence descended in the carriage.
When Xiang Ying looked again at Jie Chen's expression, she found his complexion had settled into calmness.
Those thin eyes were pitch-black, like an abyss that would never surge.
