Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, stood up immediately, pushed open the door, and saw Qingluo who came to serve tea standing outside, probably because she was frightened by Meng Yuan's majestic low voice just now, her pretty face was still a little pale.
Although she did not order tea, but since Qingluo brought it, she had no objection. Although this girl couldn't speak, she had always been careful and thoughtful in her work. Zhao Ling was quite satisfied with her.
So she nodded and let Qingluo come in and put down the tea. Seeing that Meng Yuan seemed to be looking bad, she winked at her and motioned her to step back.
Qingluo understood, she bowed her body, and quietly retired.
