Mo Qiuhua left Ling Feng's Bescin with his maid, looking satisfied, but before he returned to his own place, he saw a figure rushing towards him like a thunderbolt.
Mo Qiuhua shook his head, knowing in his heart that his decision was somewhat rash after all.
Indeed, trouble was on its way.
"Sanqing, what are you doing?"
Mo Qiuhua stood with his hands behind his back, stopping in the courtyard with eyes fixed on the figure, speaking lightly with a voice of authority, immediately halting Third Young Master Mo in his tracks in the corridor, who turned with gritted teeth to greet Mo Qiuhua, "Manor Master!"
"Do you still see me as the Manor Master?"
Mo Qiuhua snorted, looking at Mo Sanqing, and said in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"
