Zheng Nianru suddenly grabbed onto Zheng Congyuan's hand, but the next moment, she slowed down her pace, as if she was naturally moved by the man's words.
"Mm, with brother here, what else do I have to worry about?" Zheng Nianru nodded her head earnestly, as if the action of grabbing the hand was meant to underline what she wanted to say.
Zheng Congyuan wanted to pull back his hand, but the soft pads of her fingers pressed upon his, and Zheng Congyuan looked down to see Zheng Nianru's pair of serious and earnest eyes.
Zheng Congyuan was momentarily dazed; he had thought wrong – Nian Ru's joy and hatred only lasted a moment and were always evident on her face, even her lies came with a distinctive expression, which he could clearly see and easily discern.
So, the young girl before him was merely trying to seriously communicate that she wasn't worried.
Zheng Congyuan suddenly felt it was not enough; he needed to distract his mind.
