Chen Yang's tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
Gu Zhiqing nodded slightly.
Yang Ting, however, was stunned, her eyes widened abruptly, "Brother Chen, don't tell me you know people from Qianhe Sect?"
Chen Yang served himself a bowl of rice, smiling without a word.
Yang Ting looked puzzled again, scrutinizing Chen Yang more carefully. The more she looked, the more enigmatic the man before her seemed — truly unfathomable.
An odd yet very real feeling!
"Miss Yang, don't worry too much, no one will trouble you." Gu Zhiqing, who had been silent all along, said with a calm smile.
"Ah?!"
Yang Ting grew even more perplexed, then shook her head and said, "You're new here, you don't know how powerful Qianhe Sect is, nobody dares to offend them."
She hung her head dispiritedly, clearly not taking Gu Zhiqing's words of comfort seriously.
Elsewhere.
