Rumors, are always unreliable. Yet Mo Liancheng was particularly adept at exploiting them.
As long as these rumors spread, no matter what became of Zhao Qingyun afterwards, nobody would say much about it.
"I didn't expect the Eighth Prince's household to have so many issues. Since the Eighth Prince can't provide an answer to our affair for the moment, I shall return another day," Mo Jiyan patted his clothes, and with a meaningful look towards Mo Liancheng he finished speaking, and stood up to head towards the door. As he passed Zhao Qingyun, the corners of his mouth lifted in a sneer.
Indeed, it was laughable, a scene he had accidentally stumbled upon.
Despite his annoyance, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Mo Jiyan finally left.
The atmosphere in the room was subtly charged.
Qu Tan'er curled up in Mo Liancheng's arms and decided to feign sleep.
