Chapter 109.2 (1/2)
”That's a deal, Ze Zhao.” He Bo seems to be very satisfied with the dialogue. He nods with a smile and looks at the side casually, as if he has found something.
”I have friends over there. I'll go and say hello to them first, and I'll talk to you later.”
”Well, he Bo, go ahead and do something.”
Seeing that He Dong has finished his dialogue with Xin Zezhao and goes to the side, Liang Xiaoyu thinks that he can breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly finds that the eyes of the people around him fall on him and Xin Zezhao. More accurately, they are concentrated behind Xin Zezhao.
Although very curious about what happened behind, but see xinzezhao didn't want to ask or explore the meaning, cool Xiaoyu also had to resist curiosity.
Until the thick voice came from behind: ”Ze Zhao.” This cry made Xin Zezhao's upright body slightly stiff. Although he relaxed quickly, Liang Xiaoyu, who was holding his arm, still noticed it.
”Father.” As Xin Zezhao turns around, Liang Xiaoyu soon sees the owner of the voice - Xin Dong, who looks like he is only 40 years old, and Xin Jingyu, who follows him.
”Xin Dong.” After politely saying hello, Liang Xiaoyu makes up her mind to be a transparent person with a very low sense of existence, because she clearly feels Xin Zezhao's displeasure.
”You arrived first. I thought you would be later.”
”Why, no matter how busy I am, don't I have to find time to come over?” Xin Zezhao raised his eyes and gave Xin Jingyu a light glance. His tone was even colder without a trace of emotion, as if he was not facing his father and brother.
”Ze Zhao.” Xin Jingyu doesn't seem to care about Xin Zezhao's indifference to himself. Instead, he raises a gentle smile. Seeing Liang Xiaoyu, who is dressed up by Xin Zezhao, he can't hide his surprise in his eyes.
”Xiao Yu, it looks good on you.”
”Thank you.” Liang Xiaoyu's sweet smile seems to be a little bitter, and he is crazy in his heart: Xin Jingyu, would you like to praise me for changing the time and place?!
Sure enough, after Xin Jingyu spoke with him, Liang Xiaoyu felt that the temperature around him had dropped several degrees Celsius.
Xin Zezhao tightly pursed his lips, and his sword eyebrows slightly frowned. There seemed to be countless frosts hidden in his narrow peach blossom eyes, and the piercing chill was constantly seeping out of them.
”Father, you go first. I'll be there later.”
”Well.”
Xin Zezhao directly ignores Xin Jingyu, who is beside Xin Dong, and walks to the side. Although the pace is accelerated, Xin Zezhao is always elegant and noble, but Liang Xiaoyu, who is close to him, is a little embarrassed because he is caught off guard.