Lu Jiang reacted the fastest, patting the back of Feng Qingxue's hand.
"Stop thinking about it," he said in a low voice.
Although angry just like his wife, he knew better than her how to restrain himself.
In this situation, getting angry was futile.
Feng Qingxue slowly exhaled, suppressing the rage in her heart, and said to her husband, "I know, don't worry, I won't say or do anything impulsive. I'm clear about our current predicament."
She would not confront these students, as the trend of the times dictated.
Not before, not now, not in the future. Not having been harmed, she had no right to act on anyone else's behalf.
"That's right," he affirmed.
Lu Jiang didn't say anything further, but his face was stern, deep, and authoritative. Feng Qingxue saw in him the demeanor of a famous general who had battled on the fields, not the gentleness he displayed towards family.
He should be like this, for her to both like and admire him as his wife.