Li Jiachen, still bleary-eyed with sleep, was suddenly rebuked. He froze on the spot, his lips quivering as he stammered:
"I was just asking… Did you have to have such a big reaction?"
Shen Huoshui's reply was a disdainful chuckle and a voice tinged with a slight chill.
"Perhaps. But I think you should learn some respect, no matter who you're dealing with. Don't be an annoying little bean sprout, okay?"
Li Jiachen's face paled slightly. He lowered his head and said nothing.
Shen Huoshui nonchalantly averted her gaze, ignoring him.
'She knew the little bean sprout was just speculating without any real malice, but every word out of his mouth was exceptionally grating. Perhaps it was because he had such low emotional intelligence. In any case, Shen Huoshui disliked his behavior.'
'Shen Lang was the kind of person who hated being speculated about, even by the original body's childhood friend. It felt deeply offensive; after all, speculation without basis in fact was slander.'
