John Hill was as silent as ever.
Ai Lin tugged at the corner of her lip, "Even if you don't speak, I have ways to confirm your identity. It would save time if you just admitted it."
"So what if it is? What if it isn't?" The man lifted his eyelids, his voice cold, "Speak your mind. Do all you Oriental people like to beat around the bush?"
Ai Lin paused, then said coldly: "You truly are the Second Prince, remaining so calm under these circumstances."
John Hill actually chuckled at this.
"If you wanted to take action against me, there was no need for you to come here and talk to me in person. Since you're standing here, be direct."
I thought women from the Orient were all straightforward and decisive like Ning Xia; it turns out... Ning Xia really is a unique and wonderful exception.
