In chaotic times, without sufficient ability, one is either at the mercy of others or trampled upon at will. Rather than living a wretched existence, one should either live unconventionally or dig a hole and bury oneself!
Thinking of this, Qin Su looked up at Mo Lan, and just as she was about to say something, she noticed the red date cake crumbs stuck to the corner of her mouth.
As if possessed, he reached out and touched that soft surface. Qin Su recoiled as if electrocuted, looking extremely embarrassed. At that moment, he was incredibly grateful that he had covered his face with a mask.
After calming himself down, he realized that Mo Lan was also staring at him blankly.
"Ahem... A young lady should eat more elegantly..."
Looking into those dark, bright eyes, Qin Su stopped mid-sentence, awkwardly putting her hands behind her back, her expression growing increasingly uncomfortable.
Mo Lan stared into Qin Su's eyes. Although she couldn't see his face, she could tell from his slightly embarrassed tone, his pink chin, and his slightly evasive eyes that he was shy.
It was rare to see Qin Su like this, and Mo Lan found it both novel and amusing.
After having this thought in mind, he burst out laughing.
"Haha... I never expected that you, such a cold and aloof man, would have such a shy side. It's quite rare to see that."
Qin Su had never been teased like this before, and felt a little embarrassed. She suddenly got up and left, and only when she stood outside the door and was blown by the cold wind did she regain her composure.
Looking down at my fingertips, I unconsciously rubbed them together, and my heart started pounding, unable to calm down for a moment.
"Master, what are you doing standing at the door?"
When Tingyu brought over a bowl of porridge, she found her master standing blankly at the door, not even noticing her approach.
Did Miss Mo refute me again?
When Qin Su came to his senses, he saw Ting Yu's face magnified countless times and waving wildly in front of him. If he hadn't had strong self-control, he would have slapped her away long ago.
Why are you standing so close?
Seeing the meat porridge in Tingyu's hands, he couldn't help but glance back into the house, feeling annoyed. Why had he run away in such a panic? It was so embarrassing.
"I've prepared porridge for Miss Mo Lan. Would you like to personally deliver it to her?"
"You're a doctor." Qin Su glanced at him, flicked her sleeve, and turned to leave.
Looking at her master's back and his hurried steps, Tingyu became even more certain that her young master and Miss Molan had been arguing. It seemed that her master was the one who was angered.
Qiqi is healthier, and this isn't the first time, so Tingyu remained calm. Just as she was about to bring the porridge inside, she saw Hanshuang walking over.
"Miss Frost, the porridge is ready. Take it to the eldest son."
Thank you.
"No need to thank me, it's all what I should do. After all, your eldest son is our young master's savior. As a doctor, it's my duty, nothing to brag about." Tingyu looked at Hanshuang and waved her hands repeatedly.
Having long been accustomed to the cacophony of the rain, Han Shuang paid no heed, turned and went inside, then closed the door behind her.
"Boss, I heard from Wufeng that Prince Qin sent men to destroy the Song family's secret guard camp's stronghold last night. I think that since Wufeng told us this so frankly, the matter has most likely succeeded."
Han Shuang watched as the eldest brother carried a plate of pastries and replaced it with freshly cooked porridge.
"Is this the old lair of the Song family in Guan County, or the old lair of the Song family in Liangjing?" One is a collateral branch, and the other is a direct descendant; their significance is quite different.
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