Mo Liancheng's expression was indifferent, and he wasn't in a hurry to explain anything.
Qu Tan'er didn't ask further.
The two sat quietly, and the entire room was enveloped in a touch of tranquility.
Outside the door.
The originally hesitant figure, after the Great Clan Elder left, knelt on the ground, and from inside the room you could see the top of Zhan Zhonghong's head and back as he knelt, his expression unclear, but anyone could imagine, it couldn't be good.
Yet at this time, the two inside seemed oblivious to him.
Sometimes when you've made a mistake, you must bear the punishment for it.
Time passed quietly.
Qu Tan'er idly tapped her fingertip on the edge of the teacup, tracing the cold plum design on it. By now, the tea had been changed three times. Mo Liancheng still hadn't uttered a word of explanation.
"Chengcheng, is it really hard to say?"
"It's a bit embarrassing," Mo Liancheng continued.
"..." Qu Tan'er's delicate eyebrows slightly raised.
