Lin Wanqing chimed in from the side, her delicate brows slightly knitted, resembling willow leaves gently crinkled under the spring breeze, her eyes full of concern.
As she spoke, she cautiously glanced around, her gaze sharp and vigilant, fearing that Xie Zhichuan's men would once again appear like phantoms. "What Miss Gong says is very true. Xie Zhichuan is vindictive and unpredictable. Who knows what further devious tricks he might employ? We'd best leave as soon as possible."
Shi Feiyang, however, straightened his back, his posture as firm as a pine tree, his face bearing an expression of fearless valor, proclaiming boldly, "What is there to fear? When the enemy comes, we fight them; when floods come, we block them. I refuse to believe in such evil. By carriage back to Jiangnan, I want to see what further tricks he can play!" His voice was firm, echoing like a resounding bell through the air, exuding an undeniable aura of authority.
