It seemed like two people were discussing in a low voice but Lin weiyue heard it.
Lin weiyue's face stiffened.
Could it be that the person who tried to assassinate her was really related to soft mist?
The ex-fiancée of beiming Qinghan, the granddaughter of the Grand Tutor?
In reality, if she had not accidentally heard this piece of news, Lin weiyue might have forgotten about soft mist. She would have forgotten that the story here was actually one of Huang qingwu's books.
The Grand Tutor's granddaughter, soft mist, played a very important role.
Lin weiyue's expression wavered for a moment before she turned around to leave.
"Customer, your needle and thread ..."
Lin weiyue stopped in her tracks but did not turn around.""I don't need it, I'm not buying it."
"But, you've paid."
"I'll give you the silver. "
After Lin weiyue went back, she sat on the chair and was a little absent-minded. Her eyes flashed with a misty light, very deep and unreadable.
