Lost From the Beginning

Murong Qiao had no desire to talk to Huo Xiuyuan at all.

The two of them, one hot and one cold, formed a comical scene. Laughters could be heard around them, as if they were mocking Huo Xiuyuan.

"I wonder if I have the honor of being Young Miss Murong's teacher." Huo Xiuyuan still had an annoying smile on his face.

He even handed a bow and arrow to Murong Qiao. There was a hint of urgency in his movements, as if he was anxious to prove himself.

Murong Qiao was about to refuse impatiently when he saw a well-defined, long, and familiar hand reach out in front of her and snatch the bow and arrow. He held it in his hand with a strong and unquestionable force.

"You—" Huo Xiuyuan was displeased.

However, when he saw the person who snatched the bow and arrow, his voice became hoarse again.