Shen Miao was sipping her tea leisurely. At this moment, the wind was blowing outside, and she sat in a corner of the hall, holding the teacup that Jingzhe handed her. She looked really like an innocent young lady who was waiting for the mutton slices to be ready.
Luo Ling's expression became a little serious. Luo Sa noticed that something was wrong with him and followed Luo Ling's gaze to look at Shen Miao. His expression darkened as he asked, "What happened?"
Luo Ling ignored him. Instead, he stood up and walked up to Shen Miao. "Little cousin, let's talk in private."
"Cousin Ling, if you have anything to say, say it here." Shen Miao put the teacup aside and smiled at him. "If anything really happens, you won't be able to hide it."
