"Miss!" Wang Lu immediately cried out in alarm. But as he moved to act, Ye Congjun subtly held him back, shaking his head slightly.
A faint smile appeared on his weathered face. Earlier, when Qin Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, he had not let Ye Xuan approach. His intuition told him that Qin Fan was not to be disturbed. But now, it did not matter.
"Commander, this—!" Wang Lu exclaimed, not understanding.
"It's fine. Don't worry," Ye Congjun reassured him. With his decades of sharp insight, it would have been a waste of a storied life if he could not even read Qin Fan's mood.
As soon as Ye Congjun finished speaking, Ye Xuan had already charged to Qin Fan's side, lifting her knee high as she leaped forward.
