Zhao Lingfei solemnly bowed to Zhu Yourong: "But thank you, Mister Zhu."
Zhu Yourong's Nascent Soul's face looked somewhat haggard at this moment. She reached out to support Zhao Lingfei but withdrew her hand midway.
"There's no need for such courtesy. It's all for... it's all because we care about Ziyu; everyone does."
Zhu Yourong instinctively wanted to say "our own people," which was normal.
But for some reason, her keen sensitivity made her afraid that if these words entered the ears of this Ziyu's family's legitimate wife, it would equate to "our kind," turning into an entirely different meaning...
Zhu Yourong glanced discreetly at Zhao Lingfei, who was watching her. Next to her, little Qian'er, who was holding the severed arm, also turned her gaze over...
