"He gave it."
As Zhao Xiyan handed over the road pass, Qi Yue blinked in surprise.
This Song Qingshan really didn't seem like someone from the Donggao royal family.
Although this item wasn't of much use to her, it was still a road pass sent from a thousand miles away—the thoughtfulness outweighed the gift itself.
Just as she was thinking this, she saw Zhao Xiyan lean in a bit closer, his deep eyes as if trying to see right through her.
"Do you think he's good?"
"Uh..." Qi Yue felt awkward. This man really was different from before!
He was so straightforward in his speech, without even a hint of beating around the bush.
That was a direct hit on her weak spot.
She always dreaded people who were so forthright.
"I just think he's okay, not as boorish as a typical military general. Besides, for one so young to be in charge of a region, that's quite impressive."
Qi Yue considered her words carefully, believing she'd spoken quite frankly.
