Upon hearing Fang Shuwen's words, Suhe Chen's expression relaxed considerably.
But after a glance at Luo Shuqing, he said:
"Brother Fang, Miss Luo has been running around with us all morning. Compared to us, her constitution is, after all, a bit frail. I'm afraid she won't be able to keep this up."
"Why not let her go back and rest?"
"She'll be safe here in Tingtiao Pavilion; there's no need to worry."
Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow. 'How does this guy have the nerve to say that?' he thought.
'Your own sister is missing, and now you're telling me not to worry about Luo Shuqing's safety here?'
He glanced at Luo Shuqing, then smiled and said to Suhe Chen:
"No need. She may look frail, but she's actually quite tough."
Luo Shuqing's fingers twitched instinctively. The hand gripping Fang Shuwen's sleeve suddenly shifted upward, as if she wanted to pinch him.
But in the end, she resisted the urge.
Suhe Chen gave a dry laugh.
"You jest, Brother Fang."
