Mo Liancheng calmly uttered a sentence, "But, my train of thought will be disrupted."
"I'll just say one thing."
"This prince is busy."
"Just listen to one sentence." Damn, this man truly—makes people want to dismember him!
Mo Liancheng remained silent, as if he couldn't be bothered. He slowly raised his slender jade-like finger and pointed towards her small head in a somewhat eerie manner, but not in a hurry.
Suddenly, Qu Tan'er's phoenix eyes widened, and instinctively she dodged to the side. Crisis, oh, crisis. She hadn't forgotten that just now, with a slight tap of his finger, she felt dizzy, and her whole body went limp. Then, maintaining an appropriate distance, she stared at him warily and directly said, "I want to leave the residence."
However, the only response she got was the silent figure continuing to walk forward.
"I said I want to leave the residence." Qu Tan'er shouted at Mo Liancheng's back again, and each word was louder than the previous one.
However, the silent person remained silent, never turning his head.
Qu Tan'er also understood that she had really angered Mo Liancheng, and the consequences would be dire. Sometimes, she had to remind herself to understand the limits of his tolerance. So, she followed him.
According to her understanding, he will definitely ask—
"Anything else?" Mo Liancheng suddenly stopped, didn't turn his head, and indifferently asked.
As expected, she guessed right.
Qu Tan'er curled her lips, "Nothing." Even though there was only one thing, she wanted to leave the residence.
"Since there's nothing, come in and grind the ink for this prince."
"..." See, she guessed correctly.
For a moment, Qu Tan'er had no response, just squinted her eyes, staring at the silent figure who had already stepped into the study. The only thing turning in her mind was how to make him agree to let her leave the residence later.
Entering the study, the drawing began.
Two people stayed in silence.
Mo Liancheng was painting, a landscape gradually taking shape. Qu Tan'er, absent-mindedly grinding the ink, remained quiet.
As for Jing Xin and Yu Hao, who were now standing inside the room, they also seemed silent.
It was too quiet, and it felt a bit eerie, making people uneasy.
Qu Tan'er ground the ink while casually glancing at Mo Liancheng's painting. Occasionally, she would glance at the situation with Yu Hao and Jingxin, then lower her eyes, pursing her lips, and continuing grinding the ink.
"Eighth Brother."
Suddenly, a shout came from outside.
As the voice fell, Qu Tan'er's eyes brightened, her pursed lips suddenly relaxed, and she couldn't help but smile. Then, she looked at Mo Liancheng, who suddenly trembled, making a mistake in his brushstroke.
"Oh? Sister-in-law, you're here too?" Mo Jingxuan smiled warmly, walked into the room, and directly sat down on a chair.
"Yes, what a coincidence." This statement sounded more like a passing excuse.
After the two greeted each other, they didn't say much, both turning their eyes to the head of the room.
However, Mo Liancheng's gaze, instead of looking at the newly arrived Mo Jingxuan, turned to Qu Tan'er. The calm and serene eyes were still as gentle as the moon in the sky, but there seemed to be something more than before.
However, from the bottom of Qu Tan'er's heart, a hint of a chill emerged. Intuition told her— this black-bellied man was angry? And it was quite a big anger. But why was he angry? She didn't do anything yet, okay?! If someone had to be blamed, blame his fourteenth brother...
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