In her heart, Mr. Cui and her grandfather were the same type of person. They were the ones who could stand tall with a clear conscience and look no one in the face with shame. She could not emulate the demeanor and bearing of their generation, but she respected and admired them deeply from the bottom of her heart.
That day, Mr. Cui's words had cleared up Bai Qingyan's doubts.
"I understand now. I won't speak recklessly again."
As soon as Bai Jinzhi finished speaking, Bai Qingyan sensed a sharp sound breaking through the air from behind her. Her scalp tightened as she quickly pulled Bai Jinzhi and bent down to dodge.
A stone wrapped in paper grazed Bai Jinzhi's back and fell on the steps, rolling down.
Bai Jinzhi drew her long whip from her waist and swiftly positioned herself in front of Bai Qingyan to protect her.