About two ke.
Breakfast was ready as well, and Qin Ling called the two from outside.
The three gathered around the table, eating a simple meal. After imparting the news he had learned, Qin Ling withdrew to sit quietly, leisurely sipping from a tea cup. Yet, the occasional glance Qin Ling cast towards Mo Liancheng was quite astonishing and peculiar, unexpected, vaguely filled with inquiry and interest.
Even if Qin Ling's gaze wasn't very obvious.
It's still challenging to avoid Mo Liancheng, who is as cunning as a fox.
"Qin Ling, speak your mind. If you remain so quiet, I'll start to suspect you're up to something," Mo Liancheng replied with a slight smile, setting down a cup of warm tea, leisurely asking. His voice and tone were very gentle, yet these words were spoken with great skill.
Qu Tan'er silently cheered, almost clapping.
