He Zong was stopped by Xing Chen again.
Looking at the beautiful and delicate thin youth in front of him, He Zong was stunned at first. It was only when he smelled the familiar aura on his body that he confirmed that this youth was Xing Chen.
"How did you get so small?"
Xing Chen said, "I like it."
Most of the time, He Zong could not understand what Xing Chen was thinking. He was powerful, but he did not seem to have any desire for power or wealth. He only knew how to circle around Lin Huanhuan all day long, but he did not become Lin Huanhuan's partner. The relationship between the two of them was ambiguous.
He Zong explained his purpose for coming. "I want to see the prophet."
"She doesn't want to see you."
He Zong had been enduring it for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back the words he had been holding back. "Whose side are you on?!"
Instead of answering, Xing Chen asked, "What do you mean by that?"
