Qiao Mu's eyes were apathetic. She looked up at the old master. She saw the old man looking at her with bright eyes. There was not the slightest bit of animosity.
She could feel whether someone was being sincere.
She had been extremely sensitive since young. That was why she could see through people's intentions better than anyone else.
At least in her eyes, the old master could be considered to be sincere.
"Qiaoqiao?" Mo Lian walked up to her. He sighed in relief and grasped her petite hand.
In any case, no one could bully his Qiao…
If Mu Cang this old geezer truly dared to be unappreciative, he absolutely wouldn't let the old geezer live in comfort.
Qiao Mu nodded her petite head lightly, expressing that everything was alright and that he did not have to worry.
Mo Lian released her hand gently and stepped back with a relaxed expression.
This time, it was the old man's turn to heave a sigh of relief.
