Jiang Nanshu's move caught everyone off guard.
After hitting Liang Ciqiu, Jiang Nanshu quickly ran back to Lu Qingyan's side, taking his hand, "Good boy, let's not bother with a madman; he's not even worth one of your fingers."
The cold and dangerous look in Lu Qingyan's eyes became gentle again as he nodded at Jiang Nanshu, "Okay."
Jiang Nanshu led him away, "Let's go home."
Lu Qingyan looked back at the embarrassed Liang Ciqiu, visibly pleased.
Liang Ciqiu touched his half-numbed face from the slap, a flash of resentment appearing in his eyes.
He hadn't managed to provoke Lu Qingyan, and for the usually indifferent Jiang Nanshu to be so protective of Lu Qingyan for the first time was beyond his expectations.
He stood up, kicking a chair aside, and the commotion was so great that the servants didn't dare approach.
