"..."
The car was enveloped in a silence.
As if struck by lightning, Yu Tang was rendered completely immobile.
She gazed, dumbfounded, through the car mirror at the handsome man seated behind her, unable to snap back to reality for a long while.
Shen Xingjun gasped for air, choked, and exclaimed, "Shiyan, how could you speak so lowly of yourself? How are you in any way related to those terms?"
Yu Xiheng leaned back in his seat, supporting his head with one hand, "I never imagined I'd be seen this way in my niece's eyes."
Shen Xingjun was bewildered, recalling Yu Tang's recent words, "But Tangtang was not..."
Then with a shiver, he abruptly fell silent.
Yu Tang looked from Yu Xiheng to Si Fuqing, her usually sharp mind struggling to make sense of the situation.
She had always heard from Fuqing about how Jiu the God was a sneak attacker, extremely unfair.
As a loyal friend, she naturally sided with her against the enemy.