The faint fragrance coming from Zhao Yufei drifted into Qin Jiang's nose, making his body stiffen slightly. This woman was standing way too close to him.
Qin Jiang could distinctly feel the touch on his arm.
"Cough cough! Mrs. Zhao, remember to maintain the image of your ice queen persona," Qin Jiang reminded her.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yufei said nonchalantly, "What does it matter if I stand a little closer to my personal bodyguard? That's how you can protect me properly."
Qin Jiang was at a loss for words.
He asked in a low voice, "You mentioned someone was following you, do you know who it might be?"
Zhao Yufei shook her head, "Over the years, there have been many who have wanted my life; it's hard to tell where they come from, but I guess it's related to my parents' deaths."
A rare hint of sorrow appeared in her eyes.
