"Huang Xin, do not be rude."
Yin Shuyu frowned and looked at Huang Xin.
"Fourth Miss. This person clearly wants to make an outrageous demand. What is there to say with such a small family from a tiny place? This thing belongs to you. Taking it back is perfectly justified." Huang Xin snorted angrily.
At this moment, Ah Fei, who was napping in the courtyard, had quietly opened his eyes and looked at Huang Xin.
Zhang Fuguang, who was silently trimming the flowers and plants, also cast a cold glance.
The movements of the scissors in his hand similarly slowed down.
Surrounded by Huang Xin's imposing aura, an ordinary person would have been frightened and turned pale, yet Li Changqing remained calm and composed.
It was as if he didn't feel it at all.
In terms of aura, although Huang Xin's presence was impressive, just a few days ago, Li Changqing had ventured into the Mountain Ancient Land, faced off against several Peak Masters, and even withstood a former Painting Saint.
