Seeing Cheng Yaojia frightened like this, Song Qingshu curiously looked toward the staircase. A group of burly men was coming up, surrounding a middle-aged man and a young nobleman.
That young nobleman was none other than Zhang Hongfan, who had harassed Cheng Yaojia earlier. No wonder she was so terrified. Yet what concerned Song Qingshu even more was the middle-aged man beside him. His gaze was sharp as lightning, and a grim killing aura surrounded him. He was clearly a master among masters. Moreover, the dozen or so men behind them had fierce temperaments and ruthless eyes. They were undoubtedly tough opponents, nothing like the men who had followed Zhang Hongfan that night.
What are people from the Zhongyi Army doing in Yangzhou? Song Qingshu was filled with doubts. When he turned back and saw Cheng Yaojia trembling in her seat, he gently patted her little hand in reassurance. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Song Qingshu's words seemed to possess a peculiar magic. The panic in Cheng Yaojia's heart gradually subsided, and only then did she realize that he was still holding her hand. Startled, she hurriedly pulled it back.
Looking at the boundlessly shy beauty before him, Song Qingshu found the sight truly pleasing and refreshing.
With such a group suddenly appearing on the second floor, Yue Buqun, Murong Fu, and Mu Gaofeng's factions all watched them warily. There were so many of them that they feared the newcomers had come for them.
After coming upstairs, Zhang Hongfan swept his gaze around the room. His eyes lit up when he saw Cheng Yaojia. Just as Song Qingshu sneered inwardly and prepared to teach him a lesson, Zhang Hongfan pretended not to see Cheng Yaojia and fixed his eyes on Yue Lingshan instead. "Oh, what a pretty little girl. What's