"The young master of the Yu Family in Jiangning also wants to meet you..."
Xie Hui's shameless voice echoed in the empty mansion.
Xie Yueying's face turned pale.
Her slender body began to tremble slightly, half out of anger, and the other half out of sorrow.
The Xie Family...
What do they take me for?
A plaything for casual trade, a puppet without a soul?
"Third Elder."
Xie Yueying said hoarsely, "When I was little, you treated me well. You taught me swordsmanship and guided my cultivation."
"Uh..."
Xie Hui was taken aback.
Was there such a thing?
He didn't have a deep impression of Xie Yueying.
This young girl, born of a collateral branch, average in aptitude, wasn't considered a promising talent worth nurturing.
But because she had a fair and pretty face, she barely counted as likable.
When he was in a good mood.
He had imparted a few moves to her.
There were some neglected tasks in the family, which he also assigned to Xie Yueying.
