Su Yie was stunned. Was Qin Tianyun really that terrible?
No, insulting Qin Tianyun was like insulting himself.
Under Xi Qingyue's gaze, Su Yie felt as if he was under the pressure of a giant mountain.
If what Xi Qingyue said was true, then he indeed owed her a lot.
Blaming fate across lifetimes wouldn't absolve him.
He sighed and said, "Stay, let me make it up to you."
Even Nan Xiaopao sympathized with Xi Qingyue. If she heard about this, she probably wouldn't object.
Xi Qingyue still stared at Su Yie with a resentful expression.
Su Yie felt he couldn't take it anymore. "What do you want, big sister?"
Polar Emperor couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Su Yie, before you leave, how about we have a battle?"
He recalled how, when he was young, Su Yie often bullied him under the guise of sparring.
Even though many years had passed for him, he still remembered.
