"You're not worthy of the Willow Association's young lady!"
Those words pierced directly into Liu Zixuan's heart like a thorn!
Looking at Nan Hetian's superior posture, Liu Zixuan's expression gradually changed, with coldness surging in his eyes.
He said word by word, "Whether I'm worthy or not, it's not for you to say, and even less for the Willow Association to decide!"
"What's the point of this bravado? Liu Zixuan, you should understand what I mean. What's meant to come will inevitably come, and you can't avoid it."
Nan Hetian spread his hands: "Bring Meixi out. Maybe when the Willow Association's high-ups arrive, I can put in a good word for you, considering how long you've taken care of the young lady, so they won't make things difficult for you!"
Liu Zixuan sneered: "Don't give me this posture; this young master doesn't buy it! Isn't that Aunt Ying also your Willow Association's steward? Do you know her current fate?"
