"Alright, don't worry Miss Zhuang, I'll handle this," said Lian Rong, pounding his chest and standing tall. "I may not dare to meddle in others' business, but if anything happens, I will be the first to stand in front of my master. As long as I am here, I will never let anyone lay a finger on him."
His statement was full of bravado, almost heroically so. If others heard it, they might find it amusing, but Zhuang Qingning knew he meant it.
Zhang Yongchang truly loved this disciple, and in return, Lian Rong deeply revered his master.
"You should also talk to Uncle Zhang, let him be cautious. While we shouldn't harbor harmful intentions towards others, being cautious of others is also necessary," Zhuang Qingning advised.
"Not to worry, Miss Zhuang. I understand." Lian Rong nodded fervently, thanked her for the tofu skin, and expressed gratitude profusely before heading towards Fushun Tower.