Originally, Mu Huan thought that these ladies were here to settle the score with Feng Ruqing. Hence, she had rushed over, hoping to see it with her own eyes. It turned out that things had gone completely different from what she was expecting.
"Let's leave!" Mu Huan's cold gaze swept over Feng Ruqing before she turned to leave indignantly.
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"Qing'er." Nan Xian put his arm tightly around Feng Ruqing's waist with a tense face as if showing these ladies who Feng Ruqing actually belonged to.
The ladies stared piercingly at Nan Xian's arm. How they wished they could shake off his hand and replaced it with their own hands.
They had never seen a lady like Feng Ruqing—although she was a lady, the way she defended Suyi was far more reliable than men.
When Feng Ruqing confronted Mu Ling and Chen Qingyan, she was so formidable and domineering that one could not help falling in love with her and even wanted to marry her.
