"Little Ninth!"
Beiting Huang murmured and suddenly startled Dongfang Jiao and others. Seeing the unusual expression on his face, everyone instantly calmed down. Ximen Song frowned and asked, "Young Master Jing, are you feeling unwell?"
Lord Beiting Jing shook his head, lifting his hand to stroke Beiting Huang's hair. The doting look in his eyes was almost overflowing as a slight smile played on his lips, "No matter what happens, big brother will always support you, Little Ninth, don't be afraid!"
Beiting Huang had not expected that Lord Beiting Jing could have so many thoughts in just a mere minute. She leaned into Lord Beiting Jing's embrace, her head nuzzling against his chest contentedly, "Mm, big brother, me too, I will always support you!"
