Ten minutes later, Shang Yin and Qin Mushi walked out of the tea room.
Meanwhile, Qin Baiyu and his wife remained inside, chatting with Shang Zonghai.
"Brother Yin, your house is so big," Qin Mushi said with slightly raised peach blossom eyes, "Wouldn't you get lost living here?"
The young man's bright voice radiated innocence and excitement.
"No," Shang Yu tilted his head, looking at the shorter Qin Mushi, and said softly, "If the distance is far, you can take a ride."
Qin Mushi pursed his lips slightly, "What's wrong with your voice?"
"It's the voice-changing period." Shang Yin's tall, slender frame paused, "You'll have it too."
Qin Mushi nodded, looking up at the handsome yet aloof boy beside him, always feeling a cool, indifferent distance about him.
Even though Shang Yin answered every question and was polite and considerate, there was still a coldness that permeated from within.
