Zhao Rong walked with Qing Jun towards Huaijin, stopping three steps in front of her.
He glanced at Huaijin's expression and saw that she still wore her usual stern, impassive face.
Aside from a sleeve soaked with sweet wine, she seemed unchanged, as if the brief confrontation with Qing Jun had never happened, nor had she been at a disadvantage.
However, Zhao Rong, after his previous conversation with Gui, was also aware of the whole incident and understood it like the back of his hand.
At this moment, he met Huaijin's calm gaze.
Gazing for a moment.
Zhao Rong suddenly said, "Senior Huaijin, I'm sorry!"
His words caused a shock among those present in the courtyard.
Zhao Rong straightened his face and turned to look at Zhao Lingfei standing behind him, saying in a deep voice:
