Xie Pinggang stepped forward. He was tall, so he could easily touch the thing above him.
"Be gentle. It looks a little sharp to me. Don't cut your hand," Xie Qiao added.
Xie Pinggang turned his head and looked at her with a strange expression.
Was this master not being a little too gentle?
"I'm not made of clay. How could my hand be cut so easily?" Xie Pinggang looked disgusted.
This master was gentle, but was she looking down on him or something?
He was a man. Was he that delicate?
He was not his eldest sister who could be blown away by the wind!
Xie Qiao pursed her lips.
Li Qingyu's heart raced. He could not help but glance at the Crown Prince.
'Tsk, the emotions involved are very complicated. The Crown Prince is very gentle to Master Mo, but Master Mo seemed to treat Xie Pinggang differently. Look at that gaze, she was extremely concerned!
