Yan Qing returned to his residence.
Yu Mo was his neighbor. At this point, he was lying on a tree trunk with his hands supporting his head and his feet propped up.
Hearing the noise, Yu Mo turned around and looked over.
Seeing Yan Qing push open the door to enter, he looked shocked. "You came back so quickly?"
Yan Qing did not speak and went straight into the room.
From the side, his handsome face was unaffected, but his surrounding aura was much colder.
Yu Mo found it even more strange. He straightened his back and whistled. "Hey, you came back after so long. You didn't speak more to Eighth Deity?"
It doesn't seem like it.
Yan Qing stopped in his tracks. "She's busy."
Yu Mo was dazed. "What is she busy with?"
Yan Qing's words were brief. "Lin Zhifei is injured and unconscious. She is in charge of him in the future."
Yu Mo widened his eyes. "That can't be?!"
