Sipping tea while enjoying the drama—how utterly despicable.
Nan Hua's voice was hoarse and detached.
"You asked me here. What is it?"
Nan Ying said,
"You don't need to win this competition."
Nan Hua didn't answer. He simply picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Seeing Nan Hua's unhurried demeanor, a flash of displeasure crossed Nan Ying's eyes.
"Your surname wasn't originally Nan. Bearing the name of the Medicine King Valley is already a tremendous honor. Do you really need to think so long about doing one simple thing?"
Nan Hua slowly set down his teacup. His tone was detached, carrying a deathly stillness.
"You're not qualified to meddle in my affairs."
The moment he finished speaking, Nan Ying's face flushed red with anger.
She gritted her teeth. Never in her life had anyone put her in such an awkward position.
'I wasn't going to humiliate him like this, but if that's how he's going to be, he can't blame me for reopening old wounds.'
