70 Chapter Seventy

Strangely, Zhong Zemin felt a large amount of guilt swallow him after setting his sights on Hua Fan's expressionless face sitting alone. By now he should have accompanied her in the parlor room or dragged her to the living room for a change of pace to force her to widen her conscious territory. She rarely showed him this face anymore, now that he was gone it seemed like the girl had reverted to an isolated princess. "Zemin aren't we friends? What are you hiding? Is someone threatening you?"