Xia Xibei fell silent in the face of Qiao Yanjue's query.
She spoke eventually, her voice sounding slightly downhearted.
"The debt and owing between us have been cleared."
She did save him, but she took his knife and lighter in turn. That was enough.
Qiao Yanjue's face turned cold. "So you're saying that my life is only worth a knife and a lighter?"
He couldn't bear with it, even if he wasn't a narcissistic man!
Xia Xibei: "..."
Xia Xibei did not speak a word, but everyone knew what she meant from the way she behaved.
Qiao Yanjue wasn't sure how he should react anymore.
Having lived for more than twenty years, this was the very first time he was given a cold shoulder!
Was his life that worthless?
"Alright, the previous matter is over and done with. What about this time?" He took in a deep breath before asking.
"This time?" Xia Xibei looked at him, surprised. She was clueless about what he meant.
