He didn't say another word, and Xia Qingqian felt even more like she was sitting on pins and needles, completely uncomfortable. She put down her knife and fork, bit her lower lip, and said, "Young Master, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
After she finished speaking, she didn't immediately receive a response from Beitang Yao. It seemed like half a century had passed before he lightly coughed and said calmly, "What did you just say?"
Xia Qingqian was speechless, realizing he hadn't bothered to acknowledge her presence. It took such courage for her to speak to this eternal iceberg, and yet his single question of 'What did you just say' left her breathless.
"Young Master, if Miss Huan doesn't like me being here, then I will leave." She murmured softly, really not wanting to cause a dispute between the Young Master and his sister because of an outsider like herself.
The villa was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, so Beitang Yao heard Xia Qingqian's mosquito-like words clearly.
