Mo Lin turned and walked into the courtyard.
Fuqi was ready to make a move against Mo Lin, but Tang Qingqing was glaring at him intently.
If Fuqi dared to act, Tang Qingqing would definitely not sit by idly.
She hadn't explicitly stated she would protect Mo Lin, but she hadn't stated she wouldn't either.
Helpless, Fuqi had to give up.
He was anxious; as soon as Mo Lin left this courtyard, he would dare to make a move on him.
By then, even if Tang Qingqing wanted to protect Mo Lin, she would have no excuse.
In the left room on the second floor.
The room was in disarray, with the curtains torn to shreds.
White down feathers covered the entire floor.
A woman in pajamas, barefooted, crouched in the corner.
Her disheveled hair obscured her face.
It seemed she heard the door opening, and she slowly raised her head, revealing a pale face.
This woman was Xue Yun, with no smiles on her face.
She looked haggard.
Seeing her like this, Mo Lin's heart couldn't help but tremble.
