Ying Zhenxuan clenched her fists tightly. She never thought that her father would encounter such unfair things in Nanxing. She believed that with her father's personality, even if she offended others, it was impossible for him to be at fault.

"Go, they haven't done anything yet."

Ning Qi nodded, his spiritual sense had long locked onto Ying Zizai, and when he found out Ying Zizai's current situation, his complexion gradually turned cold.