Qiao Xi lowered her voice and asked, "Are you angry?"
Huo Xingzhou's lips carried a faint smile, yet his gaze cooled considerably: "Not angry. Speaking ill of others consumes one's blessings."
Qiao Xi was almost amused by his seriousness, "Since when did you start believing in Buddhism?"
"Disaster comes from the mouth. Clearly, they haven't grasped this principle. Someone will teach them soon enough."
Huo Xingzhou's eyes flickered, masking the darkness within them.
Those who can't control their tongues to wantonly attack others will find their luck gradually dissipating, inviting trouble. Just like now, when these words reached his ears. Sooner or later, they'll pay for it.
Qiao Xi tugged at his sleeve, "Shall we go in now?"
To be honest, she wasn't particularly eager to see Lu Yingxue.
Yet she was curious about the "good show" Huo Xingzhou had mentioned. If it involved laughing at Lu Yingxue's expense, she wouldn't mind.
"Naturally."
