Li Qiming also found an excuse to back down, saying, "For Miss Yingying's sake, I'll let you off the hook for now."
Li Qiming's words had a double meaning: on one hand, he wouldn't pursue Li Fei for the moment; on the other hand, it wouldn't end just like that—otherwise, he wouldn't say he'll let him off temporarily.
"Let's go!" The three of them rode away, the sound of hooves echoed as they gradually disappeared.
Li Fei noticed that Ren Jingying suddenly glanced back, with a hint of worry or pity in her eyes. When he confirmed again, she had already turned away. Her white clothes were dazzling, her hair cascading like a waterfall; her beautiful silhouette was as stunning as the Snow Steed.
"Young Master, I think he definitely won't let it go," Jie Zai cautioned worriedly.
Li Fei scoffed, "I'm actually worried he won't come causing more trouble."
"Young Master, is your hand okay?"
"Just a minor injury, nothing serious."
