Choosing a Son-in-Law

Song Qingshu realized that he truly did not understand women. The fact that he had kissed her had not changed at all; only the excuse had changed, yet her attitude could shift from fury to barely accepting it...

Thinking of what Huang Rong had meant, his expression grew even stranger. "So according to what Rong'er said, as long as you agree, I can kiss you?"

Only then did Huang Rong realize the loophole in her words and hurriedly replied, "Even if I agreed, you still cannot kiss me! No, how could I possibly agree?"

Seeing Huang Rong at a loss for words, Song Qingshu smiled teasingly. "That may not be so. I believe that one day, Rong'er will allow me to kiss you."

Seeing Huang Rong's expression change slightly, he hurriedly changed the subject. "All right, let's go save Great Hero Guo."

With her husband's safety at stake, Huang Rong had no mood to dwell on what had just happened. She nodded solemnly.

"Follow the plan." Song Qingshu gave Huang Rong a reminder, then covered his face with a black cloth. Seizing an opening while the surrounding patrols were not paying attention, he drifted into the Heavenly Prison like a gust of wind. Before the prison guards could react, he instantly struck their acupoints and subdued them.

When Huang Rong followed him inside, she looked at the guards along the way. Their expressions were perfectly normal, yet none of them could move. She secretly clicked her tongue. This bastard's lightness skill is far too terrifying. Good thing I'm not his enemy.

Huang Rong herself did not realize that, deep down, she had already instinctively begun to regard Song Qingshu as one of her own.

An angry roar sounded faintly from nearby. Huang Rong recognized Ouyang Feng's voice and hurriedly quickened