Fortunately, Xi Jiu still had some sanity left and did not hold the girl and comfort her in such a situation.
He helped Ruan Qi wipe away her tears, then stood up and bowed to Yang Liu.
"Aunt," the aloof man began slowly, "I don't need to understand the Ruan family. Whether the Ruan family is poor or rich, good or bad, it doesn't concern me."
"What I want is Xiao Qi. Whether she is a princess or a beggar, she is the treasure I hold in the palm of my hand."
"I will love her with my life, and I will give her everything I have, including myself."
"So, please give me a chance, Aunt. I will not let Xiao Qi be disappointed."
The usually reticent man spoke so much to someone other than Ruan Qi for the first time.
He held the young girl's hand, and the determination and passion in his dark eyes trembled one's heart.
The living room was so quiet it took one's breath away.
Yang Liu watched Xi Jiu intently, her radiant face showing indistinguishable joy and anger.