"Yan Que? What's this girl doing here alone?"
Xu Fan muttered inwardly, but outwardly he directly spoke to dismiss her, "Awake, but needs quiet recuperation. Is there something you want from me?"
Regarding Yan Que, Xu Fan couldn't say he disliked her, nor did he have a hint of fondness for her. From the first moment he saw Yan Que, Xu Fan deemed her a spoiled little girl, even though he himself was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager...
"No, nothing."
The voice outside sounded a bit flustered, even somewhat at a loss, as if their roles had reversed, as if Yan Que was the guest and Xu Fan was the master of the Six Gods.
"Has this girl changed her nature? Wandering here for nothing? Could there be some sinister plot?" Xu Fan wondered silently, yet he said nothing, waiting for Yan Que to leave.
It wasn't Xu Fan judging Yan Que unjustly; it's just that Yan Que's previous personality was truly too wicked, forcing Xu Fan to remain vigilant.
