Qiao Zheng bowed deeply, like a primary school student facing the most revered headmaster, exceedingly solemn and respectful.
Yang Liu and Ruan Fengmian were momentarily bewildered by his posture. When they realized what was happening, a smile crept into their eyes.
"Mr. Qiao, you're too kind." Yang Liu smiled slightly. "Xiao Qi knows few people in the Imperial Capital. I should thank you for taking good care of her."
Qiao Zheng hadn't expected Ruan Qi's mother to be so amiable and could not help feeling a bit overwhelmed.
He quickly waved his hand, "You're overestimating me, Auntie. Miss Ruan is capable and has the skills; she doesn't need my support. Being friends with Miss Ruan is truly my honor."
Yang Liu was quite satisfied with Qiao Zheng's assessment of Ruan Qi, and her gaze softened even further.
