"Eh?" Really, fake?
Qu Tan'er looked at Mo Yifeng with confusion.
Mo Yifeng's eyes sparkled ever so slightly, then he nodded again, "Young Master Liancheng was once renowned across the Xuanling Continent. Many people know of his extraordinary medical skills, but few are aware that he is also one of the strongest. Because he does not like to compete with others..."
"..." Qu Tan'er blinked, then looked at Mo Liancheng with an admiring gaze. With an ingratiating smile, she said, "Young Master, from now on, I'll be relying on you. Please give me your guidance. As for you, Mr. Mo, you can scram."
Two sentences, but with two completely different attitudes.
The first is sycophantic, the second, scornful.
The scene was so clear, the contrast so stark, the visuals so striking.
Could she really do something as treacherous as abandoning a benefactor?
The two men—
One listened with a pursed lip, glaring angrily.
The other was as calm as water, but his brows relaxed into a smile.
