In the morning, Chris lay in Ye Ning's arms.
Ye Ning asked: "Why do you do this?"
He was very strange. The little princess definitely didn't like him.
After all, the two had only known each other for a few days.
"I want to live." Chrissy said. She looked at Ye Ning with her blue eyes and said solemnly: "I need a strong person to protect me."
"Isn't it enough for the little princess of the Sunset Empire to be protected by a master like Tom?" Ye Ning said with a smile.
Chris's eyes were a little gloomy, and she said bitterly: "Do you really think Uncle Tom is very strong?"
Ye Ning said nothing.
Although Tom is known as one of the top ten masters of the Royal Family of the Sunset Empire, in Ye Ning's opinion, he is just that, not even a top expert.
"The Royal Family of the Sunset Empire has long since declined. Otherwise, my mother would not have been tricked by the Dark Union into giving birth to me and died in childbirth."
"In the eyes of the truly strong, we are nothing at all."
Her eyes fell on Ye Ning and she said, "I want to rely on a truly strong man to survive."
Chrissy confessed her thoughts, not like a girl at all, but like a woman full of vicissitudes of life.
Ye Ning rubbed her golden hair and said, "You won't regret making this decision."
"I trust you."
Chrissy's eyes sparkled.
She lay in Ye Ning's arms with a peaceful look on her face.
At nine o'clock in the morning, they arrived at the venue of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference.
Ye Ning showed her electronic invitation and prepared to walk in with Chris.
At this moment, a man in his early forties walked over, shouting in front of him and crowding behind him, with an astonishing air.
Glancing at Chris, a hint of surprise and greed flashed in his eyes.
Then, the man's attention turned to Ye Ning. Among the three people, only Ye Ning was from Kyushu. Obviously, the person attending the Kyushu Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference must be Ye Ning.
The man took out an invitation letter. It was gilded and the workmanship was extremely exquisite.
This is the kind of treatment that can only be given to some big players, those who have the reputation of being a miracle doctor in the country, and they are all the best in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in the country.
"Master Yan, please." The guests were more respectful and asked Master Yan to come in.
Yan Rufeng did not go in immediately, but his eyes fell on Ye Ning.
He said calmly: "Are you a junior from which family? Are you attending this Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference on behalf of your teacher? This Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference is attended by some great practitioners and famous Chinese medicine experts. If you are not good at studying, you will be punished by your own teacher." The door is embarrassing."
Ye Ning ignored him and pulled Chris to go in.
Yan Rufeng became angry when he saw him ignoring her so much, and his face darkened at that time.
"Stop, junior, you didn't hear me talking to you, did you? Is this how you treat your elders in the industry?"
Ye Ning frowned. He originally didn't want to talk to the other party, but the other party ignored him to no end.
Ye Ning's eyes were slightly cold and he stopped walking.
He glanced at Yan Rufeng and uttered two words: "Trash."
Yan Rufeng was stunned for a moment, then became furious.
How dare a junior insult him like this.
"How dare you insult the seniors in the industry, boy, didn't your teacher teach you to respect your elders? Come on, kick him out. Such an unqualified person is not qualified to participate in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference."
Yan Rufeng said sternly.
The guest came forward and said quickly: "Master Yan, please calm down. Both of you are leaders in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. Don't let your words hurt your harmony."
Yan Rufeng suddenly became angry, and he scolded: "Fart, how can such a young boy be compared with me? Who is he?"
