The little girl stood her ground, almost with her hands on her hips…
Zhao Rong's eyebrows lifted in approval. Perfect, indiscriminate universal love was absolutely impossible now. If Qing Jun and Qian'er dared, they would have to face family discipline, cough cough.
So, it was probably the Mo Family's plain silk tale that Qing Jun had heard at some point.
But in an instant, Zhao Rong recalled something. This afternoon, when he was accompanying Qing Jun on errands in Du You City, he saw her going to the Mo Family mansion in East City to help her mentor with something. Everyone entering and leaving there wore the robes of Moist knights.
At that time, Zhao Rong and Qian'er were waiting outside. He had looked around curiously a few times, and at that moment, Qian'er was chattering beside him, so he didn't think much of it.
Now, it appeared that the mentor inside Tranquility Mansion, who valued his wife greatly, seemed to be surnamed Bai…
