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Huang Rong's pretty face flushed crimson with embarrassment. Her little mouth opened several times, but she felt both self-reproach and guilt, and for a moment, she did not know how to answer.

Seeing how distraught she looked, Song Qingshu hurriedly came to her rescue. "Great Hero Guo, I drank too hastily and accidentally disturbed you."

"Drinking water?" Guo Jing froze. That had not sounded like drinking water, but he was not the sort to get to the bottom of everything. Since Song Qingshu had explained, he replied, "I was only asking casually. Young Hero Song, please do not take offense."

"How could I?" Song Qingshu smiled. "Great Hero Guo, get some proper rest. Your wife and I will go investigate the Western Venom's situation."

Guo Jing looked hesitant. "Young Hero Song, Ouyang Feng is highly skilled in martial arts and adept with poison. Later, I hope you will take good care of Rong'er."

Song Qingshu glanced back at Huang Rong, his smile growing even brighter. "Rest assured, I will definitely take good care of her." He deliberately stressed the words "take good care." Guo Jing did not understand, but Huang Rong knew perfectly well what he meant and instinctively shot him a fierce glare.

Song Qingshu's heart stirred at that little look. Taking her small hand, he led her outside. Huang Rong stumbled from the pull and called back to her husband as she went, "Jing Gege, I'm leaving first."

The unsuspecting Guo Jing smiled and nodded. "Rong'er, be careful on the way. Remember to follow Young Hero Song's arrangements."

Follow that bastard's arrangements? Huang Rong dearly wished she could pinch her husband. If she truly followed Song Qingshu's arrangements, who knew where he would arrange her to go.

Huang Rong instinctively looked back at Song Qingshu. Seeing that he