In fact, even Zhao Rong, who was facing them, couldn't understand or analyze the attitude of the two women at this moment, or what they were thinking.
However, he guessed that they must be very disappointed and angry with him, or perhaps mixed with some other emotions...
Yet he had already experienced too much tonight and was no longer concerned with it.
Zhao Rong just wanted, right now, at this very moment, in this warm home-like room, to tell Qing Jun and Qian'er everything.
He was afraid that if he hesitated for a moment, there would never be another opportunity for a great enlightening downpour to drench him.
Now, finally getting the words out, Zhao Rong let out a long breath, and the smile on his face gradually faded back to calm.
He untied the small sachet from his waist and placed it on the table.
Beside Zhao Lingfei's clenched fair hand.
