"How come I didn't know about this? Did your little sweetheart tell you again?"
Ling Mo asked Liang Feifan in a cold voice, but his sharp peach blossom eyes were fixed on Ling Tian, who was hunched over and looked guilty.
Ling Tian was stared at by Ling Mo, and her body suddenly trembled, even her fingertips started to shake.
She felt a little annoyed at her overreaction and couldn't figure out why she was so afraid of Ling Mo.
However, fear is one thing, but necessary calculations are still indispensable.
Suddenly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her round eyes shimmered with a dramatic display of emotion. Her choked sobs made her appear even more pitiful.
"Brother Feifan, forget it. Please don't let my matter ruin your relationship with my sister."
"No. This happened because of me, and I can't just stand by and watch her bully you like this."
Liang Feifan mistakenly believed that Ling Mo was making things difficult for Ling Tian simply because he was jealous of how considerate he was to her. Suddenly, a sense of mission to protect the weak arose in his heart.
Gu Tingbai looked completely bewildered, scratching his head as he whispered to Ling Mo:
"Sister Mo, what does Liang Feifan mean by that? Does he think that the reason you're always going against Ling Tian is because of him? My Chinese isn't very good, could I have misunderstood?"
"Your understanding is correct. The one with the real problem is him."
Ling Mo shrugged helplessly, then looked at Liang Feifan, who had a furrowed brow, with an expression that suggested he was mentally challenged.
Catching Ling Mo's gaze, Liang Feifan subconsciously raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and whispered a threatening tone in her ear:
"You'd better behave yourself. If you piss me off, it won't do you any good. If I expose your dirty secrets to the public, your life will be completely over."
Ling Mo shrugged and chuckled dismissively.
"what ever."
As soon as she finished speaking, she casually called out to Qin Beiming, who was standing beside her, "Little Qin, I have something to tell you."
"Um."
Qin Beiming responded in a deep voice, his cold eyes seemingly casually sweeping over Liang Feifan, who stood in front of him, before bursting forth with intense killing intent.
Ling Mo keenly sensed the escalating killing intent surrounding Qin Beiming and suddenly felt a sense of doubt.
Even when an ordinary person is furious, they wouldn't be able to carry such a strong murderous aura.
Only those who practice martial arts can cultivate such an aura.
Could it be that Qin Beiming, this sickly fellow, is also a martial artist?
To confirm his guess, Ling Mo suddenly grabbed Qin Beiming's arm and carefully examined his well-defined knuckles.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Beiming was so shocked by Ling Mo's actions that he didn't dare to move. He stood there in a daze as she examined his hands.
Seeing the thin calluses on the web of Qin Beiming's left hand and the side of the first joint of his index finger, Ling Mo was certain that Qin Beiming was most likely a martial artist.
Furthermore, his usual weapon should be a sword-like weapon such as a square-handled longsword.
Generally speaking, only sword-type weapons are likely to leave calluses on both the web of the thumb and the edge of the index finger at the same time.
"Ling...Ling classmate?"
Seeing that Ling Mo didn't respond for a long time, Qin Beiming gently called her name.
I had originally planned to call her by her full name, but then I felt it wasn't quite appropriate.
After a pause, he finally addressed her in a proper manner as "Student Ling".
"Sorry... I was a little distracted just now."
Ling Mo quickly released his arm, not mentioning a word about the martial arts disguise he had just exposed.
"It's alright."
Qin Beiming ignored Liang Feifan's astonished gaze behind him and entered the school gate side by side with Ling Mo.
After the surrounding bystanders had all dispersed, Qin Beiming stopped and asked softly:
"What do you want to say to me? To be honest, I really want to know how you've been doing all these years. But the present is more important than the past. So you don't need to explain your past to me. No matter what, I will stand firmly on your side."
"Explain what? I'm a little confused."
Ling Mo blinked, looking at Qin Beiming with some confusion, completely not understanding what he was talking about.
"..."
Seeing Ling Mo's reaction, Qin Beiming realized he had misunderstood and blushed awkwardly, "N-nothing."
Why are you blushing if nothing's wrong?
Ling Mo found Qin Beiming's awkward appearance amusing. If she weren't shorter than him, she would have really wanted to reach out and ruffle his hair.
It looks kind of cute.
"It's a bit hot."
Qin Beiming pursed his lips, wishing he could peel off his own face, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it.
They won't become famous sooner or later.
But when I met her gaze, my cheeks started to burn; it was truly bizarre.
"Third Master, you don't actually think I came here specifically to explain some nonsense about three miscarriages, do you?" Ling Mo belatedly realized this possibility and asked directly.
"..."
After she asked that question, Qin Beiming was even more at a loss for words.
He really wanted to know about Ling Mo's past, but he was afraid of asking too directly and hurting her.
Seeing his reserved expression, Ling Mo chuckled:
"Third Master, you don't need to be so cautious. In fact, these rumors can't hurt me at all."
"Do you need me to suppress these rumors for you?"
"There's no need. If they really want to spread rumors, even if they suppress this wave, there will be another wave. Let them be, I don't care anyway."
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