บท 113: The Quarrel

"I've made a fool of myself."

Han Qiao bowed apologetically to the onlookers.

She turned around and walked towards Heng Yi.

She became the gentle Han Qiao once more, holding Heng Yi's cold and stiff hand.

"See, I didn't lose. I even angered them away."

"By just mentioning the cliff incident, it was enough for me to control them for the rest of my life."

Han Qiao looked at Heng Yi curiously. "It was so dangerous, why did you save Heng Silang?"

Heng Yi was silent for a while.

"I called him Fourth Brother. I brought him to the mountain to hunt with me."

"It must have been very dangerous back then." Han Qiao whispered.

It was a close call.

To be able to risk his life to save someone else's, she can see what a kind heart he has.

"I have a rope tied around my waist, and one end is tied to Bai Cha's waist."

Others might not care about his life or death, but Bai Cha would.