Mo Liancheng could understand Mo Yifeng's actions.
In order to find a direct bloodline of the Mo Clan, Mo Yifeng would stop at nothing.
At this moment.
Qu Tan'er handed Mo Liancheng a bowl of water.
Quietly guarding by Mo Liancheng's side, since Mo Liancheng got injured for the first time, she had never left.
"Tan'er, how is Qin Ling?" Mo Liancheng asked after drinking the water.
"Qin Ling? He said everything is fine, and you needn't worry." Qu Tan'er nodded, "Little Jing Hong is following him closely, always helping out." Ever since that day, when little Jing Hong woke up, he cried his eyes out while holding Qu Tan'er. She was baffled by his tears and her few comforting words didn't help. It wasn't until Qin Ling came over, whispered a few words to him, that the young boy quickly strengthened himself, staying closely behind Qin Ling, affectionately calling him the young master.
On Qin Ling's side, naturally, it was a big harvest.
