"Brother Qin, whatever brings you here, let's discuss it inside."
At the entrance to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi came back to his senses.
Whatever Qin Xiao's purpose was, this clearly wasn't the place to talk.
Qin Xiao said nothing and nodded.
But before they could turn around, a voice rang out behind Ning Fengzhi and the others:
"Qin Xiao, you're finally here! I've waited so long the flowers have withered!"
Hearing her voice, Qin Xiao looked behind Ning Fengzhi and saw Ning Rongrong running out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in a long dress.
Pit-pat, pit-pat. Her fair little bare feet pattered across the stone slabs.
That alone showed how desperately she wanted to see Qin Xiao.
Thump.
Like a young swallow returning to its nest, Ning Rongrong threw herself into Qin Xiao's arms.
"Waaah..."
Then Qin Xiao heard the girl sobbing.
Uh...
Qin Xiao had absolutely no idea what to do.
He could only give Ning Fengzhi a pleading look.
"Ahem."
Ning Fengzhi cleared his throat and said sternly, "That's enough, Rongrong. What kind of behavior is this, crying like that? There are so many people watching. Whatever you have to say can wait until we're inside."
"All right, then..."
Ning Rongrong also knew there were too many eyes around, and she needed to mind her image.
But after leaving Qin Xiao's embrace, she didn't move away. Instead, she clutched his sleeve tightly.
"Are you sure this is appropriate?" Qin Xiao asked, feeling a headache coming on.
"This is my home. If I don't see anything wrong with it, what can anyone else say?"
Ning Rongrong clearly had no intention of letting go.
"Brother Qin, let's go."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly and led the way.
After a moment's thought, Qin Xiao