"Han Feng."
Su Qiao called out to the big fool ahead, who was gripping a spade tightly with both hands and warily watching his surroundings.
Han Feng hurried back to her side. "What is it? Did you discover something?"
Su Qiao was somewhat speechless.
She patted his tense biceps. "Don't be so nervous. You look like a startled bird."
"Relax. With me here, no one will hurt you."
Han Feng secretly glanced at He Kai behind them and said softly, "Ahem, isn't there something wrong with that statement?"
If anyone was going to protect her, shouldn't it be him, a man?
Su Qiao cast him a sidelong glance. "You think there's a problem?"
"There is... No, there isn't."
Han Feng had been about to say there was, but Su Qiao's expression made him a little afraid, so he quickly changed his answer.
Su Qiao wore an expression that said, That's more like it, and walked straight ahead.
When He Kai passed Han Feng, he bumped his shoulder and winked suggestively. "Brother, can you still hold up?"
"Or do you just like this kind of style?"
"Go away. What's it to you?" Han Feng was embarrassed and angry for the first time.
He Kai was astonished.
"Well, well. We haven't seen each other for a few days, and you've become more and more unlike the person I first met. Back then, you stammered even when saying a single sentence. Anyone could tell you were timid."
He Kai lifted his chin toward Su Qiao ahead and blinked. "Could this be what people mean by 'Those near vermilion take on its color, and those near ink turn black'?"
"Or maybe this is what they mean by 'Those who aren't family don't enter the same household'?"
Family...
Han Feng's face instantly turned as red