Zhao Shaohua immediately let go of Xu Jing's sleeve, but Zhao Jingming had already sensed something was amiss. He furrowed his brows and quickened his pace, "What's wrong with Miss Xu?"
"A scoundrel attacked Jing earlier, and I've already sent Jade to check it out."
At the mention of this, Zhao Shaohua couldn't help but grit her teeth.
Her personal maids had some skills, but she wasn't sure if they could catch the attacker.
Zhao Jingming quickly inquired about the details and, upon learning that Xu Jing had only been struck on the arm by a rock, he let out a long sigh of relief.
If something had happened to Miss Xu, he'd certainly blame himself to death.
He frowned and said, "So, is someone at the Imperial College specifically targeting those who came to investigate the case? Such a foolish thing surely wasn't done by the perpetrator, right?"
