Han Zi Fei raised her eyebrows slightly, and Yan Xi, who was obviously picking trouble, had no fear at all.
"Oh? When was I ever rude to Lord Jun Gu?"
Yan Xi said coldly, "You said he was a fool. Lord Gu had come for your marriage, and the Sacred Maiden said he was a fool. Isn't it ..."
Before Yan Xi's words were finished, Jun Gu's face showed a little anxiety. In fact, he didn't care what Han Zi Fei said, instead he thought her voice was particularly nice. He was willing to be scolded by her or even let her curse him a few more words.
Before waiting for Jun Gu to speak, Han Zi Fei suddenly laughed, interrupting Yan Xi's unfinished words.
"What are you laughing at?" Yan Xi frowned slightly.