Her stance on certain matters was as firm as iron.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Qian'er appeared on the scene, hopping three steps at a time to Zhao Rong's side, and snatched her cousin-in-law's frozen arm.
With her little nose wrinkled, she looked at Gu Yiwu with vigilance, this 'bad influence' friend of Brother Rong'er.
She spoke with great certainty, "Who says Brother Rong'er doesn't have someone close by his side? Which of your eyes saw something and just blabbed nonsense? Last night, Brother Rong'er was still staying at our Qinglian Inn. If I wasn't the one to bathe him, was it you? If our young lady wasn't the one to sleep with him, was it you? Aren't the young lady and I considered his close ones?"
Gu Yiwu: "..."
Zhao Rong: "..."
For a moment, Gu Yiwu was a bit stunned, carefully observing the lively little girl who had just popped up.
