"Senior Sister, please help me take care of them. They can be a handful, so I'll have to trouble you."
He paused, his voice growing deep and firm. "I will go and get answers from that man for you myself!"
Lu Ruoxi met his gaze, nodded slowly, and said softly,
"Junior Brother Pei… you must come back safely."
Just as Pei Yuhang was about to turn and leave, a cool hand suddenly reached out from behind and gently tugged on the corner of his robes.
He turned to see Qing Yueqiu's magnificent, crimson eyes.
The silver-haired girl's red eyes were fixed on him, unblinking, holding a hint of imperceptible pleading.
"Master, I'm no worse than Sister Lin or Shang Miaoyan. Can't you really let me go with you?"
Qing Yueqiu's voice was very soft, yet it tickled Pei Yuhang's heart like a feather.
Pei Yuhang fell silent for a moment, a storm of emotions churning in his eyes.
