"Shi Hao!" Zhuo Yan looked at Shi Hao, her gaze complicated, with worry, gratitude, and guilt all mixed together.
Zhu Fenghai, the grandson of an Immortal Venerable, had an identity that was intimidatingly high—far above what Shen Yanjing, Gavin, and others could compare to. Originally, Shi Hao didn't need to have a conflict with someone like him, but because of her, the two were now at odds.
So, she was grateful to Shi Hao for standing up, yet she felt guilty, and was even more filled with concern.
The grandson of an Immortal Venerable could indeed sound terrifying.
"It's fine, don't worry." Shi Hao gave her a reassuring look.
Zhuo Yan seemed to have thought of something, nodded vigorously and let out a "hmm," her rosy face blossoming into a smile, happiness beyond words.
Eh, have you misunderstood something?
Before Shi Hao could say anything, he saw Zhu Fenghai returning in full fury.
