The visitor was Jiugong's apprentice, Mo Qi.
Since the last mortuary event ended, Li Qiao hadn't seen them for a while.
Mo Qi stood beside the bar stool, his eyes smiling, looking very happy.
Li Qiao glanced behind him and greeted with a light tone, "Did Senior Brother come by himself?"
"No, today was a class reunion, we came to the bar to sit together after dinner," Mo Qi explained as he pointed to a private room behind him.
Through the half-open door of the private room, one could vaguely see seven or eight people inside, both men and women.
Li Qiao withdrew her gaze, her fingers played with the base of her glass, and she shook it slightly, "How has Teacher been lately?"
"Uh—" Mo Qi fell silent, seemingly not expecting Li Qiao to suddenly inquire about the teacher's well-being.
And his reaction instantly caught Li Qiao's attention.
She tilted her head to look at Mo Qi, whose response seemed strange, and her eyebrows gently raised, her expression becoming much cooler.
