Qin Ruan's eyes roamed the length of Rong Jing's figure.
The sudden change in his expression was imprinted clearly in her eyes.
"But...but they are people of the aristocratic family, aren't you afraid of trouble?"
Rong Jing still didn't understand, being berated by someone didn't hurt, it was just uncomfortable deep down, and felt quite suffocating.
Compared to Qin Ruan and her husband being targeted by these people, the future would be riddled with relentless trouble.
He could imagine the scene of Qin Ruan being plotted against by the aristocrats, it would be devastating.
These aristocrats, they had no mercy, they were merciless.
Qin Ruan's eyes, as deep as an ancient pool, scanned Rong Jing from top to bottom.
Suddenly, a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Worried about me?"
Rong Jing frowned, his face serious, "Isn't that obvious? Of course, I am! You should make them stop, step back and you'll have the whole sky."
