Although the young woman was charming and graceful, her brow was now clouded with worry, as though some sorrow had long been weighing on her heart.
"Rong'er..." Song Qingshu called out involuntarily, immediately drawing a sidelong glare from Huang Yaoshi, the maniacally protective father.
"Huh?" Huang Rong had spotted him as well. Her body trembled, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Whatever you have to say, say it inside." Seeing the two of them looking at each other as if they were about to clasp hands with tearful eyes, Huang Yaoshi snorted heavily. With a dark expression, he took the lead into the island.
Song Qingshu hurried to Huang Rong's side and could not help saying, "It's only been a few days. Why have you grown so thin?"
Huang Rong was somewhat flustered. "You... why are you here?"
Seeing her reaction, Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Don't worry, I'm not here to force you into anything. This time, I came for your father."
"For my father?" Hearing that he was not here to force her to make some choice, Huang Rong instantly relaxed. She blinked, her eyes full of confusion.
The three entered the house and sat down. Song Qingshu could not help looking around. "Where are Miss Lu and Miss Cheng?" Huang Rong had been heavily pregnant before, and he had heard that the two women were caring for her on Peach Blossom Island.
Huang Yaoshi was so angry that he laughed. "Is ruining one of my daughters not enough for you? Now you're setting your sights on my female disciples too?"
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly. He had merely asked casually, yet he had somehow provoked this powder keg.
Huang Rong covered her mouth and giggled, then quietly told him, "It seems the Lu family had some social obligations