Facing his quirky little sister, Luo Zheng felt a sense of amused helplessness but didn't refuse. He looked dispassionately at the approaching young man and noticed a flash of resentment in the latter's eyes, clearly someone difficult to deal with. Luo Zheng was startled, patted his sister's hand resting on his arm, and said, "This is a matter between men, let men handle it. Step back."
"Eh?" His little sister put on an obedient look, secretly delighted. As long as Luo Zheng was there, she wasn't afraid of anything and didn't worry about trouble. Once out of the mountains, she knew her brother's identity was no simple matter—weren't little troubles easily handled?
