"Huang Xin, don't be rude." Yin Shuyu frowned at Huang Xin.

"Miss Fourth, this man clearly wants to make outrageous demands. What good is there to talk with such a small family from this insignificant place? This item originally belongs to you, and it's only right that we take it back." Huang Xin huffed angrily.

At this moment, Fei, who was napping in the courtyard, quietly opened his eyes to look at Huang Xin. Zhang Fuguang, who was silently trimming the flowers, also gave a cold glance.

The scissors in his hand slowed down. Surrounded by Huang Xin's aura, an ordinary person would have turned pale with fear. However, Li Changqing remained as calm as ever.