Xuanyuan Buqi's face wasn't looking good, and Qian Zhong's face was even worse, "Are you crazy? What could I possibly mean?"
Buqi Zhenjun's intelligence was extremely high, and he immediately realized—he blamed the wrong person.
However, he was still a bit confused, "That person... has nothing to do with you?"
"Heh heh," Qian Zhong returned a cold laugh and refused to say another word—aren't you good at scheming? Then scheme away.
But Xuanyuan Buqi was really willing to swallow his pride. The Xuanyuan Family's reputation was well-known, but behind closed doors, they were truly able to bend and stretch—a big man willing to make sacrifices for the family, isn't that right?
So he cupped his hands and spoke seriously, "Previously, I was reckless. I hope Daoist Friend Zhenjun from the Yao Family will be understanding."
"Why would I need to be understanding?" Qian Zhong replied with a smile, "The First Family's greetings, I'm unworthy of accepting."
