บท 1817: Sowing Discord

"Haha." Duan Pingxian laughed dryly. "I am done eating too. Enjoy your meal."

After Duan Pingxian left as well, only Liu Enxiao and Ling Xiaoen were left at the table.

Liu Enxiao said aggrievedly, "Brother Ling, do you think I'm bad too? I was just telling you guys what I know. I treat you all as friends. I don't want you guys to be kept in the dark, that's why I said it out of goodwill. Who would have expected that in their eyes, I'd actually be seen as the bad person?"

Ling Xiaoen gave her a patronizing smile. He knew exactly what kind of thoughts she harbored in her mind.

As Shi Feng had said, no one was a fool.

They had been out and about working for so long, so they had seen their fair share of all kinds of people.

No one would be tricked by Liu Enxiao just like that.

Even Hong Qiaoxian, who did not have much experience, knew who she should side with.