Faced with Nan Feng's questioning, Qian Renxue appeared thoroughly justified.
This was how she had explained it at the time: "Don't worry! I made it very clear to Ning Rongrong that this is a world-shaking secret between her and me—and between you and me! It's important! It absolutely cannot be exposed to anyone!"
"I even threatened her: if she dared leak so much as half a word, not only would you immediately abandon her, but even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect she cared about most would suffer a terrifying catastrophe for knowing too much!"
"And look at what happened—the little girl was scared stiff right then and there! She swore to the heavens that she would never tell anyone! She even promised that, even in front of her own father, Ning Fengzhi, she'd keep her mouth shut tight even in her dreams and never let slip another word!"
After hearing that explanation, Nan Feng felt as though he were having a heart attack.
As for why Qian Renxue, a deeply calculating infiltrator who had endured in secrecy for so many years, had suddenly lost her mind and voluntarily revealed this earth-shattering secret to a bunch of little girls?
That truly was a question maddening enough to make someone cough up blood!
The reason was actually that this young lady felt that whenever she came to see Nan Feng wearing Xue Qinghe's male face, the little girls always looked at her with a vague hostility and rejection in their eyes.
After Qian Renxue's careful observation and analysis, she arrived at an absurd conclusion:
The reason those little girls disliked her was because she currently looked like a man!
And the reason those little girls disliked men was because Nan Feng had a severe possessive and exclusionary streak—he did not like