After several testing instances, Xia Weibao naturally sensed his hostility.
Venturing alone outside, if she lacked the skill to read people, she wouldn't even know how many times she would have died.
Her smile was somewhat cold, "Young Master Lu, isn't it? You don't need to always test me. We're merely strangers passing by. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have saved you.
Anyway, you only have external injuries, and now that the rain has stopped, you can leave anytime you wish.
If you want to stay, it doesn't matter either. In a few days, I'll be leaving to attend the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch selection tournament, so I won't be clinging to you."
Having his intentions exposed, Lu Hualiang felt a bit embarrassed.
He wasn't targeting her specifically; rather, his growth environment made him wary of everyone.
She appeared when he was gravely injured and unconscious — what if she was a spy sent by someone else?
Though her carefree demeanor didn't seem like it...
"Sorry."
