Na Amo never expected that this Zhou Rong was the very same Zhou Rong from back then.
What shocked her even more was the undisguised guilty look on Zhou Rong's face the instant she saw her.
Why did she turn around and run.
She practically had the word "guilty" carved on her forehead.
Na Amo wasn't stupid. She'd already been suspicious for a while; now she was almost certain of her guess, so she immediately took off after her without stopping.
Na Amo was chasing hard, and Zhou Rong was running in a panic as well. On the way downstairs she twisted her ankle, and was about to pitch headfirst down the stairs when Rong Xianning reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and yanking her back.
And by then, Na Amo had already caught up.
Na Amo came up and grabbed Zhou Rong by the collar. "Go on, keep running."
In Rong Xianning's impression, Na Amo was a gentle, dignified scholar; he had never seen this sharp, harsh side of her, and he was stunned for a moment.
