Ruan Mian felt a warmth in her heart, knowing she couldn't refuse him, she didn't insist further.
At this moment, Ruan Qingsong remembered something, hesitated for a moment, but still asked.
"Mianmian, at the time the person who saved us left, I saw you talking to him about something. Do you know who they are?"
After all, Ruan Qingsong, a top scholar, wasn't so easily fooled.
But regarding the matters concerning the Prime Minister, Ruan Mian didn't want to say much, to avoid unnecessary troubles.
So she casually responded: "I just thanked them, after all, it was thanks to them that those beggars were chased away, otherwise we wouldn't even have had food at that time."
Ruan Qingsong nodded thoughtfully, neither suspecting her nor doubting her words, but couldn't help but furrow his brows in thought.
