But in the eyes of those who care, there are still people who are more concerned about this first piece of news.
For example, Jiang Lingya's suitors.
Inside the teahouse, several handsome men sat together.
Zhou Shiwei got annoyed looking at his friends who were calmly and leisurely drinking tea. "What time is it for you guys? You still have the leisure to drink tea!"
“I’ve heard all about it. Aya is forced to take care of that little village girl brought by the Fourth Prince every day. That little village girl, who came from the mud, is probably taking advantage of the Fourth Prince’s life-saving grace and bullying Aya in some way! What’s more, the Fourth Prince has lost his memory and has forgotten Aya.”
"Why are you all still sitting here calmly drinking tea?"
Zhou Shiwei scratched his head in frustration.
Lin Mo took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, his long, narrow, deep-set eyes exuding a cold and sinister feeling.
Like a venomous snake that likes to hide in the shadows, dangerous yet with a uniquely feminine charm.
Lin Mo is the son of a Hu ethnic dancer and a high-ranking official. His mixed-race appearance is very evident on his face, with deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and a unique charm in his voice.
“Brother Zhou, you can’t be in such a hurry. Miss Lin is the Fourth Prince’s savior. If we touch her, we’re touching the Fourth Prince’s face.”
"Men, after eating too many delicacies, will only get excited when they see a pretty girl by the roadside. That's when we should make our move."
The alluring voice made the maid pouring tea beside her blush. She glanced expectantly at the exceptionally handsome Lin Mo, who teased her by slightly hooking his finger and scratching her palm.
He looked even more dissolute than a libertine.
After the maid left, the man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the maid's fingers clean. Then he threw the dirty handkerchief away as well.
Zhou Shiwei, the second son and youngest son of General Zhou Chenliang, was spoiled and somewhat naive and unruly.
He wasn't surprised to see Lin Mo, one of his friends, acting this way; he was clearly used to seeing this contradictory side of him.
"Alright! Since none of you care, I'll care!"
With that, the boy slammed the door shut and stormed out.
After waiting for the boy to disappear from sight, another man, with a gentle appearance and tall stature, who had been sitting steadily at the table, spoke up:
"Aren't you afraid of getting burned by setting a trap for General Zhou's precious youngest son like this?"
Even though the boy is the type to knowingly do the impossible, he still says this.
Lin Mo chuckled softly, a blend of gloom and allure that defied description. The red mole on her neck bobbed with her Adam's apple: "Then kill me. If you can't kill me, then there's nothing you can do, hehe..."
"madman."
"Aren't you the same, Mo Li?"
Lin Mo looked up at Mo Li, who was sitting upright like an old cadre, and smiled foolishly. So why only talk about him when they're all crazy?
Aya, Aya, Aya... Poor thing, Duan Heng actually forgot about her.
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