When Xie Luohe intentionally tossed her long hair back and, with Feng Bei's expression and tone, spoke the two words, "Brother Zheng."
Zheng Xiu felt no stirrings within him.
In fact, he almost wanted to laugh.
At this moment, it was as if Xie Luohe was determined to challenge Zheng Xiu, constantly switching between "Xie Luohe" and "Feng Bei," as if trying desperately to prove something.
"Alright."
Zheng Xiu readily agreed.
When he was the Richest Person, he always used to take his whole family to parade through the streets of the Imperial City in grand style.
Now that he was a "Poor Scholar," he wasn't picky about whether it was Feng Bei or Xie Luohe standing before him.
'However,' Zheng Xiu sighed to himself, 'ever since Xie Luohe accepted the premise that "she might be Feng Bei but could never truly be Feng Bei," her behavior on this journey has made it clear that overturning this "cognition" of hers will be no easy task.'
'Drastic measures might be necessary.'
