Actions meant for servitude, when performed by him, didn't carry the slightest hint of inferiority; instead, they shone with an inherent nobility that couldn't be concealed.
Jian Qing looked down at him, her face a picture of astonishment.
From the information she had gathered, Quan Jingwu, the man who thought the world of himself, unexpectedly took care of such a minor matter as lacing a woman's shoes. It truly was somewhat unbelievable.
"Let's go."
Quan Jingwu stood up and naturally took her hand, pulling her to her feet.
"I can walk on my own."
Jian Qing shook off his hand and, walking ahead of him, quickened her stride down the stairs.
Ever since his arrival, she had been unable to think straight, and her current state of mind could only be described in four words.
Utterly rattled!
Quan Jingwu watched his empty hand, his gaze darkening.