Zhao Xu's face lost all its color, and his back turned cold.
He looked at the guard.
The guard knew that the Young Master Zhao hoped he was joking.
He wished more than anyone that he was just talking nonsense after drinking too much.
But it was true.
After one beating, they had already disguised themselves to come to the Zhao Family to pick someone up.
Beat him up again, and could there be a good result?
Last time at least they were disguised. This time, they showed their true face directly.
He, the guard, couldn't even take the blame for the Young Master if he wanted to.
Outside, Miss Zhao walked in and said, "Brother, Qingqing is packing her bags, preparing to go home."
Zhao Xu quickly walked out.
Princess Jing Mountain had already packed. She didn't have many things, so it was easy to tidy up.
Zhao Xu looked at her, seeing no anger on her face, only a hint of reluctance.
Zhao Xu's heart slightly relaxed.
That's good.
