"Remember what you said today!" Yan Fengchi's tense expression did not relax, and after saying this, he turned and left the study briskly.
Zun Zun secretly let out a breath of relief. Was this matter resolved?
He looked at Qingqing uncertainly; the gratitude in her eyes needed no verbal expression. Yet, he snorted and turned his head. When looking at Gu Shaocheng, he instinctively ran his fingers through his hair: "Dad."
Unsure if he was seeing things, did he just spot a brief, satisfied smile flash across his father's lips that disappeared quickly?
Gu Shaocheng patted his back twice: "Remember what you said, protect Qingqing well. If anything goes wrong with her, don't even mention your Uncle Four, even I won't let you off lightly."
Zun Zun: "..."
...
Back at his own private courtyard, Zun Zun kicked off his leather shoes, lay on the bed, and looked at Qingqing beside him.
