Fan Wubing slightly furrowed his brows. Was it possible that Guan Xin had become... a bit insecure? This wasn't right. He had promised He Youyi to take good care of her. Her cultivation had already reached the Middle Stage of Integration, and with a bit more effort, she might reach Mahayana within two years. But why was her personality becoming even more concerning?
Yan Hui smiled and said, "Miss Guan Xin is world-renowned as a talent in the Literary Dao. How could your understanding be useless?"
These words seemed to have struck a nerve in Guan Xin. Her slender neck suddenly tensed, and she became flustered, saying, "I'm sorry!" and then ran out.
Yan Hui was stunned, "Did I... did I say something wrong?"
Luo Qingyao, who usually didn't get along with Yan Hui, surprisingly didn't retort him, "It's probably... related to me." She was full of regret, "I spoke a bit harshly to her earlier."
Miss Luo, being a responsible person, decisively said, "I'll go apologize to her."
