Qiu Zhen glanced over, recalling that she and her bestie had spent the whole night playing mahjong yesterday and she hadn't seen Lin Mo. Now, seeing that Lin Mo was handsome but nothing particularly special, the contempt in her eyes deepened even further.
A person like him, if thrown into a crowd, would at most just be considered a little handsome—how could he be worthy of her daughter.
He Shouming looked at Lin Mo and said, "You're back. Tomorrow, come with me to apologize to the Wei Family. You injured Wei Ya, and the Wei Family will definitely not let you off. However, with me speaking for you, they won't make it too hard on you."
Just yesterday, He Shouming had addressed him as "young brother," but now he didn't even use any title.
Lin Mo didn't seem to care. Sitting relaxedly on the sofa, he said, "Xiao Wu, bring me a cup of tea."
He Wuxue was stunned for a moment but then nodded obediently, stood up, took a set of tea utensils, and made a cup of clear tea.
