Mu Qingchen remained silent, his gaze sweeping over someone in the corner of the first floor who had given all the braised pork to her brother, then he turned to the sumptuous feast in front of himself and asked, "For two people eating, do we really need this many dishes?"
"This is a lot? Just eight dishes," the youth with his forehead wiped said.
Suddenly, the youth with his forehead wiped noticed Mu Qingchen's casual glance towards a certain spot, he smiled and looked towards Gu Jiao in the corner, "What's the matter? Does that kid bother you? Indeed, being so ugly he's an eyesore. Rest assured, within three days, I will make him unable to stay in the Tianqiong Academy!"
Mu Qingchen gave him a sidelong glance, "If you're not afraid of dying, go ahead."
"Are you implying that I can't defeat a person from a lower country?" The youth with his forehead wiped had heard it all—the boy with the birthmark on his face was from a lower country.
