Lu Qing was taken aback by the question, holding her in one arm while stroking her face with the other:
"You're speaking up for her?"
"No, I'm just very clear about what I want. You, Ninth Uncle, Joanna, even Little sixth, Little seventh, Little second, and Little fourth—you all wouldn't qualify as good people in the traditional sense. But so what? You're my family, my friends. I stand by you unconditionally and treat you as such. That's my principle."
Lu Qing's gaze gradually changed. His wife was indeed an interesting person.
"You know what kind of people we are?"
Qin Miaomiao rolled her eyes: "Am I blind? Why wouldn't I see it? I've personally witnessed Ninth Uncle kill someone before, so when it comes to this, my tolerance is a bit higher than others. And you, hailed as the underground king, likely aren't merciful either."
"But, I've said it—whether you're the demon or not, I love you. No matter what morals or ideologies come into play, I love you. That's the only reason."
