Hearing Xiao Chen's firm words, Huang Qiu'er couldn't help letting out a bitter laugh. "Who can say no to something the Qinghuang Sect wants to do?"
But inside, she felt really comforted.
All these years in the Qinghuang Sect, almost no one ever treated her with a kind face.
Except her adoptive father and mother.
Now there was one more person.
That was actually pretty nice.
Just then, a group of people suddenly rushed into the hall.
"How dare you, Huang Qiu'er, did you tell Xiao Chen everything?!"
"Have you forgotten what the Sect Leader said? Unforgivable!"
The middle‑aged man at the front directly swung a slap toward Huang Qiu'er.
Huang Qiu'er was at least Huang Qingshan's granddaughter by marriage; in the Qinghuang Sect, could just anyone hit her?
That showed how low this girl's status was.
Huang Qiu'er was probably already used to it.
Numb to it.
She just stood there, motionless.
Ready to take that slap.
But at that moment, she saw a figure appear in front of her.
