Qiao Nian glanced at the public bench beside her and calmly walked over to sit down. Seeing Zheng He approach, she said impassively, "How did all that laughter feel?"
Zheng He stopped in his tracks. His pants were still damp. He had laughed for too long, and now his face felt extremely stiff.
"Hmph, who's afraid of who?" Zheng He stood leaning against a tree, gazing into the distance with a calm expression. Deep down, he was puzzled. How did Qiao Nian have the guts to just sit there?
Chen Qing, who was standing not far away, observed Qiao Nian's composed demeanor. His heart surged with emotion.
His Second Young Madam was indeed something else!
Chen Qing moved closer to Gu Zhou and said in a low voice, "Second Young Madam is truly both beautiful and valiant!"
"Did you bring a gun?"
Chen Qing's good mood dissipated. His Second Young Master was exuding a frigid aura, and looked as cold as ice.
