Zhongxia tensed up in an instant.
Yang Ruxin, however, gave her a glance, "Relax."
Zhongxia genuinely relaxed. Although she had heard that this young miss was formidable, that was all hearsay. Today, however, she had truly witnessed it—a strange yet formidable protectiveness, and a kind heart. Thus, in her heart, she had completely submitted to this master, even though she herself didn't realize that not only had she acknowledged her master, but she had also come to see this master as her pillar of support.
When Yang Baiyue clearly saw Yang Ruxin, a flash of cold light swept across his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced instead by a pleading smile, "Xinxin."
"Who are you?" Yang Ruxin appeared bewildered.
Yang Baiyue was instantly choked by her words; how dare this impudent girl pretend not to recognize him? But he had to endure, so after taking three deep breaths, he said, "Have we met before? Xinxin, have you forgotten so quickly? I am..."
