In front of the courtyard, Mo Qingmei looked at Chu Huaixu, listening to his promises, and couldn't help but feel her pupils tremble slightly.
As a Daoist Steward, she was undoubtedly a capable and strong woman.
Recently, she had been busy moving back and forth, not expressing excessive emotions.
Yet for some reason, at this moment, her eyes suddenly felt a bit sore.
She actually did not know what Chu Huaixu intended to do, nor did she understand what he was able to do.
In fact, her first reaction at this moment was to tell him: "It is already good that you have the heart for this. But do not be reckless, and do not... harm yourself."
Mo Qingmei was very afraid that he would do something dangerous.
Chu Huaixu looked at her, feeling warmth in his heart.
All along, he hadn't interacted much privately with Steward Mo.
But he could sense that she genuinely cared for him.
Therefore, he could only nod in response.
