Qin Xuan naturally didn't know about what happened at the airport.
But even if he did, so what?
The Xiao family, in their entirety, had at most one Hua Jin stage martial artist guarding them.
Qin Xuan truly didn't take them seriously.
Besides, Xiao Yiying's repeated provocations against Qin Xuan were his own doing, and he had no one else to blame.
There was a saying circulating in the Dragon Kingdom: a Grandmaster cannot be insulted.
Would Xiao Yiying, born into a martial arts family, not understand this principle?
What intrigued Qin Xuan more was the girl beside him.
Initially, he thought she was faking it, but now, it seemed she was indeed innocent and inexperienced.
But he wanted to see how long she could act, and what her true intentions were.
Qin Xuan's eyes held a hint of depth as he observed the girl out of the corner of his vision.
The girl, on the other hand, was direct, resting her chin on her hands and turning her head to look at Qin Xuan.
"Why are you following me?" she asked.
"You saved me, so I'm following you to find an opportunity to repay you," the girl replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her large, innocent eyes blinking, making her appear particularly cute.
"That's not necessary."
Qin Xuan felt a bit awkward. He had a feeling this girl was not simple, yet he didn't seem to have any other recourse given her demeanor.
"You're a girl, call your family and go home quickly."
The girl shook her head, her eyes dimming slightly.
"No way?" Qin Xuan's lips twitched.
"You don't even have your parents' contact information?"
Seeing the girl remain silent, Qin Xuan grew puzzled.
Could it be that she was a rebellious teenager who had run away from home?
That didn't seem right. Judging by her attire and her obedient, cute face, Qin Xuan found it hard to solidify his conclusion.
"Then, you must at least tell me your name."
"Just call me, um," the girl said in a childish voice.
"Call me Ling'er."
"Ling'er?"
Qin Xuan's eyes were full of suspicion. He truly couldn't figure out what this girl was up to.
Ling'er chuckled and nodded.
"Anyway, I'm following you. If you're a bad person, then it's my bad luck."
Qin Xuan frowned. What kind of talk was that? Were girls nowadays like this?
"You following me, what does that mean? I have important matters to attend to. As for you, go wherever you please. We have no connection."
Qin Xuan disliked meddling in other people's affairs, especially troublesome ones. Yet, trouble had found him.
Everything seemed to be a coincidence.
It was a coincidence that he encountered Xiao Yiying, a coincidence that Xiao Yiying was giving Ling'er a hard time, and a coincidence that he stepped in to deal with Xiao Yiying.
All of this was perhaps too coincidental.
Qin Xuan had a gut feeling that this girl named Ling'er was by no means simple.
"You don't want me either?"
Ling'er's eyes immediately welled up halfway, her tearful expression truly heart-wrenching.
"No, you're talking more and more nonsense." Qin Xuan's head was spinning from Ling'er's words.
"What do you mean I don't want you? We, you and I, just met for the first time in our lives. We can be considered strangers. I lent you a hand, which can be considered doing my good deed, if not fulfilling my utmost duty. How can you cling to me now?"
Why was such a beautiful young girl acting like Wang Yuyan, being utterly unreasonable?
"I'm not clinging to you," Ling'er twisted her small hands together and, biting her lip, stole a glance at Qin Xuan.
"It's just that when I saw you, I felt very close and familiar, like... family."
Qin Xuan's heart seemed to stop for a moment, and his entire body tingled as if an electric current had passed through him.
Looking into Ling'er's eyes again, a long-lost sense of familiarity arose from the depths of Qin Xuan's heart.
Just as Qin Xuan was about to flatly refuse, he managed to suppress the words on his tongue.
He scrutinized Ling'er carefully from all sides, and Qin Xuan was certain he had no memory of her.
This was difficult to explain.
Could it be that this girl could interfere with his subconscious?
If she could truly distort his feelings, could she be an ordinary person?
Qin Xuan muttered to himself.