Bao Gucheng's tone was cold and domineering.
Xi Ruzhu's legs inexplicably started to tremble, yet this man's chilling and intimidating aura irresistibly drew her in, instilling a deep, indescribable admiration within her submissiveness.
With much effort, she trembled as she asked, "Sir, are you a relative of the Xi family?"
Could the Xi family have such a distinguished and outstanding distant relative?
Someone even more formidable than Uncle Gu Yuzhi?
Compared to this man, her foster father and brothers were nothing worth mentioning.
Who knew.
Bao Gucheng, exuding a cold demeanor, didn't even glance at her, and with a frigid curl of his lips, he said, "I am Zuzi's relative. As for the Xi family? They're not worthy of being my relatives!"
Not, not worthy?
Faced with such rejection, Xi Ruzhu was profoundly ashamed and at a loss.
