Ji Chengfeng listened intently to the young woman's story across from him.
Previously, he only knew the general outline of her ordeal, but hearing the details directly was even more heart-pounding.
When he heard how she jumped out the window to escape the ruffians' knives and clutched the iron chain, his usually calm and composed face unconsciously tensed.
Once she was safely away and entered the adjacent room, he slowly exhaled the breath he'd been holding.
Hearing about the lady who turned her back to shield her, Ji Chengfeng felt a deep sense of gratitude in his heart.
He was so tense and focused that he didn't catch the last question clearly.
Xie Wanqing waited for a moment, seeing the person before her looking absent-minded, she couldn't help but wave her hand, "Cousin, what are you thinking about?"
Her skin was fair and supple, her fingers slender and long, and Ji Chengfeng glanced at them, snapping back to reality.
