A Poem Made In Seven Steps, Zhao Hao

"Cough, cough! Manager, the taster of your inn's Shrimp Pig Heart is quite good."

Shen Tian picked up a shrimp using his chopsticks and looked to the side, away from Zhao Hao as he felt guilty.

Who the heck knows who that princess in Zhao Hao's mouth is! Many girls were pestering me in the Myriad Spirit Garden back then.

If I had known that I was one of the reasons his engagement was called off, I shouldn't have fed him with that much positivity just now.

What if he really rises up and succeeds in the future? Won't he hold a grudge against me and come find trouble for me, even disfiguring me!?

At that thought, Shen Tian could not help but have a headache—just why did he always become the scapegoat for such weird things?

Zhao Hao looked at Shen Tian with resentment. "Brother Shen, do you know that Shen Aotian?"

Shen Tian shook his head. "What Shen Aotian? I have not heard of him before!"