Xin Qing stared at Young Master Shen in stupor, her eyes pleading and hopeful at the same time.

"Xiao Qingqing..." Young Master Shen trailed off, unable to bring himself to express the words that were now stuck inside his throat.

Zhang Mi grew anxious. "Just spit it out, d*mn it!"

Xin Qing sat down slowly and stared down at her hands. "Whatever it is, just tell me," she said.

Young Master Shen took the seat across from her. After a ...