It should be noted, amongst all the information that the Huo Family investigation collected about Qin Ruan, there was no record of her involvement in anything related to metaphysics.
"Just a little bit," she replied.
Qin Ruan sat straight-backed, pinching the tips of her fingers like a well-behaved student facing a teacher.
"Why so nervous?" Huo Yunjiao extended his hand to stop her "self-inflicted pain", pale from gripping so tightly.
He played with her hand, trying to help her relax.
However, when he saw the glaring old scars on her small hands, a flash of darkness flickered in his eyes.
It didn't take much to figure out that the wounds on her hands were likely from a fight she had in West City.
The difficulties Qin Ruan faced in West City were evident from the piles of documents on his study desk.
Nevertheless, he couldn't relate to how a young girl managed to endure all that suffering.