"I wonder what brings Young Master Ling to visit?" Murong Qingshan said with a smile.
Ling Chen gave a slight smile and replied, "What's the matter? Commander Murong, is this the hospitality of your mansion?"
"You jest, Young Master Ling." Murong Qingshan hastily continued, "There has been a misunderstanding between you and my son Ziyi. If I had invited you into the mansion proactively, it might have stirred criticism from outsiders. Since you are undeterred, Young Master Ling, please come in!"
After all, he was the Commander. Murong Qingshan handled the situation with ease.
"Very well!" With an undaunted expression, Ling Chen entered the Dutong Mansion.
Soon, the three of them arrived in the living room. A maid served them tea.
"What excellent tea!" Ling Chen lifted the teacup, took a sip, and praised.
Seeing how composed Ling Chen was, Murong Ziyi found it unbelievable. Does this guy not fear that they might have poisoned the tea?
