Huangfu Jue remained silent for two seconds, then squeezed out a nasal grunt, dry and terse.
"Mhm."
He had never been good at thanking others; rather than feeling grateful, he felt somewhat irritated.
To him, Qian Xueying's actions were completely superfluous. Fortunately, she was unharmed; otherwise, he would owe the Locke Clan a huge favor.
She tried several times to start a conversation, but with the way he responded, Qian Xueying couldn't help but feel impatient.
"Mr. Duke... do you not like talking to me?"
Huangfu Jue slightly furrowed his brows, taking a moment before speaking again.
"What compensation do you want?"
Anyway, whatever she wanted, he would give to her.
That would make everyone happy and spare him the feeling that he owed her something.
Qian Xueying was taken aback, then her lips curled into a smile.
"Is that how you see me, Mr. Duke?"
