Tong Ran walked over to the servants, bent down, and helped them up. "This has nothing to do with you, all of you, go now and don't come out for the time being."
"Madam..." A few of the servants were so scared that they burst into tears, hurriedly wiping their faces. "We're sorry, Madam, we..."
"Go on."
Tong Ran brushed past them and walked forward. She stopped, slightly raising her chin. "I did it."
Li Qin looked into her eyes. This woman was completely different from when he saw her by Mo Nanjue's side. She was calm and courageous, nothing like the pitiful appearance she had before.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly had changed.
Tong Ran stared into his eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity, but she couldn't recall why.
Unable to help herself, she frowned.
Seeing her frown, Li Qin felt a hint of vulnerability. This appearance probably deceived quite a few men. He let out a cold laugh. "You hurt the Young Master?"
