Ling Ningzhi watched everything silently, pursing her lips without saying a word.
After settling the two of them, she walked out of the tavern and whispered, "This humble Taoist will go back first, Grandpa is still waiting for me."
With that, she was about to turn and leave.
Chen Mo hurriedly grabbed her, puzzled, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Noticing her slightly resentful look, with her small mouth almost able to hang an oil pot, he finally realized, "Zhi'er, could it be that you're jealous?"
"Who said that, this humble Taoist is not jealous at all." Ling Ningzhi turned her head away, remained silent for a moment, then murmured, "Alright, maybe a little... I just feel like you're too concerned about Yu Hongyin, it's not like she doesn't have any silver..."
"Lord, could it be that you've taken a liking to her?"
"..."
