"I don't have any close female friends, and I don't know any tall, fair-skinned people." A harsh voice came from outside the corridor and quickly came to Qin Mo's side.

Qing Ning wasn't wearing his black armor, but rather Hanfu (traditional Han clothing), her hair casually tied up. With delicate features, she was actually quite beautiful. However, the obvious look of disgust on her face ruined her innocent appearance, making her look more like a beautiful, wicked woman.

He looked at the girls who had formed two layers around Qin Mo, his disgust intensifying. He coldly said, "Come with me!" and turned to leave.

Qin Mo apologized to the girls around her before following Qing Ning's retreating figure. Throughout the process, she was elegant and exuded an aristocratic air, causing the girls to collectively fall in love with her and their faces to bloom like peach blossoms.

The backyard of Xianglou was a large area of ​​pavilions and corridors. Qing Ning led Qin Mo around and around until they finally arrived at a secluded and elegant courtyard. It was late autumn, but there were still many flowers in bloom. There were three houses in the courtyard, and the tables and chairs were clearly the work of a famous artist.

"Thump! Thump!" Qing Ning threw two large jars of wine onto the rosewood table, making Qin Mo panic. "Is this some kind of drinking contest? What will happen if they get drunk...?"

"These are two jars of the finest pear blossom wine, over a hundred years old. Drink them and get out of here. We don't owe you anything anymore." The look of disgust on Qing Ning's face vanished, replaced by icy coldness, and her words were even colder.

Qin Mo looked at the two jars of fine wine, remained silent for a long time, and then, suppressing the emptiness in her heart, asked, "Is this your idea or hers?"

"What's the difference? Do you think this wine isn't good enough? How about I call a few girls in to keep you company?" Qing Ning forced a cold smile, her words laced with sarcasm.

“If it’s her wish, I’ll leave immediately… If it’s your wish…” Qin Mo leaned down and said to Qing Ning’s face, “I’ll spank your ass.”

Qing Ning's face flushed red. She leaned against the wall and stared at Qin Mo for what seemed like the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"Go back and wait for news!"