Ning Rongrong heard that voice, familiar to her very bones, and immediately turned to throw herself into Zhao Ling's arms, only for him to hold her back with a hand on her delicate shoulder.
"Girl, stop diving into Brother Ling's arms at every opportunity. With so many people watching, aren't you afraid of losing every scrap of your dignity as a young lady?"
"Not at all! Brother Ling, stop holding me back. I just want to hug you. I'm not thinking about anything else."
Ning Rongrong held out both hands, wanting to wrap them around Zhao Ling's broad back. Unable to get her wish, she puffed out her cheeks in displeasure.
"No. You're still too young to throw yourself into men's arms at the drop of a hat. You're not a little child anymore, either. No being willful."
Naturally, Zhao Ling would not let the girl go. He knew perfectly well that if he released her now, she would dive straight into his arms.
Then every one of those guards would surely look at him with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Although that felt wonderful, within two minutes, Ning Fengzhi and the two Protecting-the-Sect Douluo would be glaring at him as though he were a beast.
Although none of them could beat him, being stared at like some beast still felt like having thorns digging into his back.
"I don't care, I don't care! Rongrong doesn't care! Brother Ling, let Rongrong go right now, or I'll cry!"
Unable to hug Zhao Ling, Ning Rongrong grew increasingly unhappy, and mist began gathering in her eyes.
Zhao Ling could least bear seeing women cry, especially little girls like Rongrong.
He felt that making her cry would make him seem even more of a beast.
Thus, he could only helplessly release Ning Rongrong's delicate