Ling Yuanzhou's eyes were cold as he looked at Mo Weiran, his tone carrying a hint of warning, "If you consider me a brother, stay away from Gu Zhiqi in the future."
Listening to Ling Yuanzhou's warning, Mo Weiran didn't take it too seriously and responded in a nonchalant manner, "Brother Zhou, I think you might be misunderstanding the young miss; actually, she…"
"What, you're defending her after only a few days?" Ling Yuanzhou's face was filled with displeasure, his expression downright foul.
Seeing this, Mo Weiran had no choice but to raise his hand, clutching the strap of his backpack, in a gesture of compromise, "Alright, alright. I'll stay away from her from now on."
While he said this, he was thinking to himself that he needed to figure out a way to have the second divination done by the young miss.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, it was always good to have peace of mind.
