Qi Yuanwei was so angry he almost vomited blood: "Miss Lin, watch your words, lest you ruin Madam Mo's reputation..."
How could there be such a woman? Qi Yuanwei turned his head away in disgust, instantly withdrawing his outstretched hand.
Lin Feifei was furious: "You...you were the one who started it, and you're still acting like a scoundrel, humph!"
"..." Qi Yuanwei instantly took three feet back. Talking to an idiot would make you an idiot too.
Jack Ma's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't take it all in. What was wrong with the master today? Why was he always picking on Miss Lin?
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a meaningful smile. Little brat, let's see how long you can keep dawdling.
"Madam Mo, please wait!" Qi Yuanwei strode after her.
Mo Qingcheng suddenly stopped in her tracks. Just as the man was about to pounce on her, Lin Feifei cried out in alarm.
Qi Yuanwei stopped in his tracks, his face full of embarrassment: "Madam Mo, this is a very important matter, I'll only tell you..."
Lin Feifei, who was unjustly rejected, looked extremely unpleasant, feeling as if she had swallowed a fly.
Mo Qingcheng's cold eyes turned icy: "Young Master Qi's quirks are truly peculiar."
"Thank you for the compliment!" Qi Yuanwei said without changing his expression. "Mrs. Mo, may I speak with you in private..."
Mo Qingcheng's lips curved into a smile, and she nodded slightly: "Mm..."
"Sister Mo..." Lin Feifei stamped her foot: "Don't fall for it!"
"Feifei, you and Officer Ma go ahead and catch some prey..." Mo Qingcheng glanced at Ma Yunke and suddenly said.
Lin Feifei was stunned: "Sister Mo?"
"Sweetie, I have important business to attend to..." Mo Qingcheng comforted her softly, then turned and walked away.
Qi Yuanwei gave Lin Feifei a provocative look, then followed Mo Qingcheng with a faint smile on his lips.
Lin Feifei's eyes flickered slightly. She took a deep breath and glared at that tall, slender figure with displeasure.
How much of a grudge does this person have against me? Was they sent by heaven specifically to spite me?
Ma Yunke chuckled sheepishly, "Miss Lin, let's go hunting!"
"I'm not going!"
“Miss Lin, Madam Mo wants us to go hunting, so please don’t try to hold us back, okay?” Ma Yun couldn’t understand. “Aren’t you as close as sisters?”
Lin Feifei: "..."
Suppressing the urge to punch someone, where did this idiot come from?
Does Jack Ma have no idea what it means to be annoying? He kept rambling on and on, driving Lin Feifei to the point of near-explosion and she almost swore.
"Let's go! Let's eat! I'll go, okay?"
Ma Yunke was puzzled: "Miss Lin, this is where you're wrong..."
Lin Feifei hurried a few steps; if she didn't leave soon, she'd probably go crazy.
Ma Yun could follow in Lin Feifei's footsteps all the way up the mountain.
Leaving aside the love-hate relationship between Lin Feifei and Ma Yun, who went hunting in the mountains, Qi Yuanwei, for some reason, almost bumped into Mo Qingcheng again.
"Mrs. Mo, would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?"
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes: "If it were you, would you believe that? Only you, Lord Feng, could come up with such a lame excuse."
“…” Qi Yuanwei took a deep breath: “Madam Mo, this jade pendant…”
As Mo Qingcheng listened to Qi Yuanwei recount the trouble that the half-jade pendant had brought to their yamen, she couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
How could such a ridiculous thing happen?
Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched slightly. Congratulations, Lord Qi, your luck... is pretty good...
Qi Yuanwei's expression suddenly changed: "Madam Mo, your hand..."
"Um?"
"Are you alright?" Qi Yuanwei was completely distraught, not knowing what was going on.
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly: "Young Master Qi, this... jade pendant... if you trust me, please leave it with me for now."
"How can this be?"
Qi Yuanwei had mixed feelings. The jade pendant was unexpectedly found during the arrest of a suspect. At the time, the suspect had bitten his tongue and committed suicide, leaving behind the words, "Your good days are over..."
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