Looking at Shen Qiang's serious eyes, Kang Luoying suddenly burst into tears, then she leaned against Shen Qiang, holding him tightly, and cried, "I'm sorry, I really didn't think that much. It's just that they have been telling me these past few days that since my surname is Kang, I should help the Qingyun Sword Pavilion."
Feeling Kang Luoying's tears on his chest, Shen Qiang held her fragrant shoulder tightly and sighed, "It's not your fault; they're just taking advantage of your empathy."
Kissing Kang Luoying's forehead and smelling the faint fragrance of her hair, Shen Qiang, who had been pondering for a long time, sighed, "The occurrence of this situation still resulted from my underestimation of the sinister nature of people's hearts. So don't worry, I'll arrange for a deputy for you; she can help you avoid many plots."
