"I am not scared." Han Ruochen refused to admit that she was scared, even though her face had obviously turned quite pale.
"Of course you aren't," Zhai Muchen agreed with her, but his tone was more like he was coaxing a child.
Hearing his cajoling tone, Han Ruochen was, of course, upset, but she did not say anything. Anyway, even if the man insisted that she was scared, she would keep insisting that she was not. As long as she did not admit it, it would be fine. Han Ruochen pursed her lips and followed Zhai Muchen to the carriage, where her father was waiting for her and Han Beijiang.
