Long Chengyu's dark eyes were indifferent as the wind, and his face showed no expression. He glanced at the two men, saw the worry between their brows, and thus poured them some tea.
It wasn't the medicinal tea he always drank, but the Pu'er tea that both Chu Ting and Qin Jifeng liked.
"If you're truly worried, then help her clarify this matter. That girl is clear about love and hate; when faced with people who have ulterior motives, she only stands to lose."
Long Chengyu's tone softened a bit.
At that moment, Chu Ting and Qin Jifeng were also taken aback and looked silently at Long Chengyu in front of them, but he had already lowered his eyes and put the teapot back.
"Well, she doesn't seem like someone who would suffer a loss. Otherwise, what did you see in her?"
Qin Jifeng spoke up.
