Song Qing's eyes revealed a trace of playfulness. The participants in the trial were on opposite sides, and it was very likely that they were competitors.
If someone expressed goodwill, they would either want to cooperate or be a scheming person. She didn't know which type this man belonged to.
Although she thought so in her heart, a faint smile appeared on her face and she also nodded at the man.
For some reason, the woman sitting next to him looked even colder, as if she was frowning.
But very quickly, her expression returned to its previous indifference. Her previous unhappiness was like song Qing's illusion.
After the man greeted song qingxiao, he retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.
Song qingxiao also sat cross-legged and pondered.
