Seeing that Mo Liancheng's cup of tea was empty, Qin Ling took the initiative to refill it.
Qu Tan'er sat beside them, her expression enigmatic.
Was Chengcheng appealing to their tastes? Winning hearts?
After a while.
Mo Liancheng stopped chatting, finishing the pot of tea, "Alright. Tell me, what do you plan to do next?" This question was directed at Qin Ling.
Qin Ling's joy faded as he chuckled, "What can I do? Naturally, I'll follow your instructions. I haven't forgotten that I need to obey you for a year, hehe." This subtly adjusted the dynamic. His current status was just a follower. Followers don't have the privilege to make decisions for their masters.
Doing so would be suicidal; hence, Qin Ling feigned ignorance.
Mo Liancheng casually raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting to Qu Tan'er.
