C737 Is It Comparable to the Blade in My Hand?

Late at night.

Lee Wanqing woke up from her stupor and realized that she was in an unfamiliar room. Not far away, a man was sitting on the floor.

"Don't worry Lady Lee. Nothing has happened since you fainted."

Zhao Yun sat with his back facing Lee Wanqing, and spoke with an incomparably magnanimous voice.

Right now, it showed the importance of character, if Zheng Feiyue said this