Elder Gong's words clearly contained a lot of doubts.
Elder Gong, I'm begging you." Lin Qinghui said.
After Elder Gong finished his tea, he stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open. The cold wind blew in from outside, and he saw a flower in full bloom. Its leaves and branches reached the window.
He reached out and plucked one of the leaves, admiring it in his hand.
"Mo Yancheng has been taught well by you." Elder Gong suddenly said.
Lin Qinghui knelt there and didn't dare to make a sound.
"Shen chengjing, I like you a lot too." Elder Gong said indifferently.
He turned around and slowly walked to Lin Qinghui, looking down at her. He saw Lin Qinghui trembling in fear, as if she was afraid that he would take her life by accident.
"Since they both like you ... How was she in the mo family?"
Elder Gong seemed to be asking himself, but also asking her.
