Chapter 133: The Withered Soul-Devouring Technique

Watching Ling Qingxue on the verge of exploding, Qin Chuan only found it amusing.

"You little girl, to be so disrespectful to your uncle—this is truly turning the natural order upside down!" Qin Chuan said with the tone of an elder.

Ling Qingxue’s hand had already moved to her waist, clearly signaling she was about to draw her firearm. Long Qianqiu, however, sank his face into a scowl and said, "Can you two be serious? Is this a place for such nonsense? And you, Xiaoxue, I have taught you many times that you must control your emotions. How is it that you still cannot remain calm?"

Although he said this, Long Qianqiu understood his adopted daughter very well. Ling Qingxue was famously composed; for her to be provoked to the point of anger, even threatening a showdown regardless of the setting, one could only imagine how outrageous Qin Chuan’s actions must have been.

Yet, Long Qianqiu had no choice when it came to this junior brother of his. Especially since Qin Chuan had saved his life years later, his indulgence toward him was unconditional and boundless.

"Adoptive Father, he..."

Ling Qingxue stammered, unable to finish her sentence, for the explanation would be far too humiliating. Her initial attempt to discipline Qin Chuan had not only failed but had resulted in her being taken advantage of by this man. Even her prized hypnotic techniques