Zhao Ling patted the back of Meng Yuan's hand, smiled softly, and said softly: "Okay, A-Yuan, I know you mean well, but he knows this kind of thing, so let's stay out of the way for now."
With Zhao Ling's understanding and comfort, Meng Yuan's mood improved instantly, and he didn't shy away from Xie Mingyu's presence, so he leaned on Zhao Ling's shoulder and said in a coquettish tone, "I knew Ling'er was the best, everything listens to Ling'er."
Looking at the couple who interacted intimately with greasy crooked in front of him, Xie Mingyu shook his head helplessly, saying that he couldn't watch it any longer. Just as he was about to leave, Yan Mo quietly walked in and presented a secret letter to Meng Yuan respectfully.
"My lord, the news from Young Master Yunyi from the capital."
After Meng Yuan took it casually, he took it apart and glanced at it a few times. His face sank, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
