"Old Zhao, who are you calling foul-mouthed?" The middle-aged man named Sheng laughed angrily.
"Whoever's asking gets the answer. You're not ashamed at your old age, hurry up and get out of the way, make room for Xiao Qi!"
Zhao Chengbin spoke as he kicked Sheng Kuang.
Sheng Kuang cursed in pain but obediently rolled to the side.
Ruan Qi was amused by the interaction among these middle-aged men.
These guys might seem foul-mouthed and crude, but their eyes were clear. Especially Sheng Kuang, the second son of the Sheng family, who praised her looks. His words might be cheeky, but his gaze only assessed her like a youngster, without a trace of lust.
No wonder they were Xi Xiaoran's approved friends; they were truly honest at heart.
Thinking this, Ruan Qi felt a sense of closeness towards these elders.
Zhao Chengbin and the others, cunning like foxes, all keenly sensed a change in the young lady's gaze.
They exchanged a subtle glance and nodded inwardly: This girl is poised.
