章 59: Whispers

Xing Shu did not dare to disobey. Xiao Zhuo noticed this. He frowned at first, then walked over gracefully and sat down beside Xing Shu. Xing Shu was on tenterhooks, seated between them. She called out softly, "Young Uncle…" She looked uneasy and wanted to explain.

Xiao Zhuo suddenly tilted his head and exclaimed in surprise, "What did you call him? Didn't you say that you didn't know Cheng Lang?"

Xing Shu really wanted to shut Xiao Zhuo's mouth! She tried her best to keep a straight face. "Really? I didn't say that. Perhaps you heard wrongly, Mr. Xiao." Cheng Lang's fingertips landed on Xing Shu's blue sleeve. The cutting of this dress was very conservative. The sleeve was made of lace, making her look very elegant. The sequined tail of the dress swayed like a fishtail with every step.