His hands were practically dancing with joy.
Hang Suisui was completely unaware of Qingsong's inner resistance: "You don't need to be afraid, he's a good person."
Yin Huaizhu's smile deepened as she put away her handkerchief and released Hang Suisui's hand.
He looked up, not even glancing at Qingsong standing beside him.
He simply said, "Then let him stay for now."
Qingsong's hand, which had been swaying and leaving afterimages, suddenly stopped, his heart filled with tears.
"Ah, yes, yes."
Qingsong's delicate features were wrinkled like a bitter gourd.
The child is suffering.
Who exactly is this demon?
The attitude of the head of the Zhenling Division towards her alone was already unbelievable to Qingsong.
One is in charge of spirits in the human world, and the other is a spirit that has cultivated itself.
At this moment, Qingsong's mind was a bit confused.
Hang Suisui asked him in confusion, "Why are you always standing? Sit down."
Qingsong subconsciously shook his head quickly.
Seeing Hang Suisui's even more puzzled look, Qingsong quickly said, "I'm fine standing here, I just want to stand for a while."
Hang Suisui withdrew her puzzled expression and looked at the empty teacup in Qingsong's hand.
She reached out to take the teapot and refill his cup.
Unexpectedly, Qingsong noticed Hang Suisui's movements and quickly grabbed the teapot.
"I'll do it, I'll do it, hahaha."
Qingsong turned to look at the empty cup in front of Yin Huaizhu's table, and diligently turned the teapot so that it was aimed at the empty cup.
"Please have some tea."
Hang Suisui's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as she looked at the two of them with a strange expression.
Qingsong's gaze at Shanghang Suisui immediately made him add a little more tea to her cup.
He smiled and said, "Miss Hang, you should drink too."
Upon hearing this, Yin Huaizhu paused, her hand holding the teacup still.
Miss Hang?
His eyes flickered slightly as he turned to look at Hang Suisui beside him.
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