After Mingshu finished speaking, Si Chu stared at her bright, big eyes for a while in silence and then decisively turned around, coldly and heartlessly leaving her with a view of the back of his head.
Mingshu: ...
She touched her nose, looking somewhat sheepish, and pursed her lips: It was just a joke to liven up the atmosphere, man, why take offense?
Besides, was it such a grievous thing to be his great-nephew?
While following him, she quietly quickened her pace to catch up, all the while mentally grumbling.
She might talk big, but knowing Er Zhu was worried about her, there was no way she could let him go back alone now.
That bastard Wen Su was no good, actually sending a fragile woman like her to do such dangerous work!
To say she wasn't scared at all would be a lie.
Luckily, not everyone was as heartless and crazy as that bastard; the world was still mostly filled with good people.
