Ling Mulao saw the figure entering, but he just sat back at the table with a calm expression and made no other movements.

The killer's keen intuition told her that at this moment, there was a pair of invisible eyes behind her, staring intensely at her every move.

"Is it just a coincidence?"

Looking through the curtain at the figures sitting with their backs facing each other, Luo Shang frowned slightly and muttered inaudibly.

Just now, she almost revealed the secret hidden in her heart. Could it be that it was just the resonance of women?

Shaking his head, Luo Shang turned around and entered the back room. No matter what this woman wanted to do, or how powerful Xuanyuan Moxie was, she would not let him go easily.

After taking a sip of tea, Ling Mulao noticed that the gaze behind him had moved away. He immediately put down the teacup in his hand and moved together.

Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and landed in front of the bookcase in the corner. He opened the cabinet lightly and glanced quickly.

Just now, although she was not squinting, she looked carefully at every table and chair in the room. This was the only place where there might be clues.

There is not a single book in the bookcase. They are all calligraphy and painting. There are no landscape paintings, no birds, animals and flowers. They are all figure paintings.

The woman in the painting is just a person, with a faint smile on her lips, gentle and happy eyes, and that stunning face, with the most beautiful flowers in the world blooming.

Her black silk hair is hanging down, and there is a red hairpin pinned to her bun. Although she is still, she seems to be able to imagine the lotus growing step by step, and the gold and silver swaying pearls.

The fingertips turned rapidly, but there was no sound at all.

Ling Mulao's eyes were like a camera. He quickly memorized the inscription in the scroll, but his brows furrowed closer and closer as he looked at it.

It's unbelievable. This is simply a fantasy.

No, this is a fantasy world, so there is only one possibility, Luo Shang...

Before the thought passed through his mind, he heard the sound of footsteps gradually.

Like a ghost, Ling Mulao put the scroll back to its original place, flashed, and sat down at the table again.

"I'm really sorry for scalding Miss Luo Shang."

Seemingly still thinking about this matter, Ling Mulao frowned and said very apologetically when he saw Luo Shang coming out.

His gaze fell on a man dressed in white. Under his guilty gaze, there was a subtle sharpness that no one could detect, a sharpness that belonged exclusively to Ling Mulao.

"It's okay. This is a small injury. I'll just put some medicine on it and it'll be fine."

Luo Shang didn't care about the burn. For her, this small injury was nothing to mention.

"At that moment, I asked my husband to prescribe medicine for Miss Luo Shang. After all, you just saved not only me, but also our child."

Ling Mulao touched her belly. She remembered that from the first time she saw Luo Shang, she seemed to be paying attention to the non-existent baby in her upper abdomen.

Luo Shang would not have been easily moved if she had not deliberately protected her belly in the rescue just now.

"No need."

Faintly, Luo Shang looked away from his abdomen.

It's great, she must be very happy to be pregnant with the child of the person she loves deeply, but it's a pity that she will never have such an opportunity again.

Once upon a time, just countless times, she had missed such an opportunity, harming him and their children.

"I have disturbed you today, so I will take my leave."

There was probably only so much he wanted to know, so Ling Mulao nodded slightly and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"Mrs. Xuanyuan, Luo Shang has a merciless request."

"What, Miss Luo Shang, please tell me~"

The taciturn Luo Shang actually took the initiative to request, which surprised Ling Mulao. Although he guessed it, he still pretended not to know and asked. When Ling Mulao saw the figure entering, he just sat back at the table with a calm expression and did not say anything.

Other actions.

The killer's keen intuition told her that at this moment, there was a pair of invisible eyes behind her, staring intensely at her every move.

"Is it just a coincidence?"

Looking through the curtain at the figures sitting with their backs facing each other, Luo Shang frowned slightly and muttered inaudibly.

Just now, she almost revealed the secret hidden in her heart. Could it be that it was just the resonance of women?

Shaking his head, Luo Shang turned around and entered the back room. No matter what this woman wanted to do, or how powerful Xuanyuan Moxie was, she would not let him go easily.

After taking a sip of tea, Ling Mulao noticed that the gaze behind him had moved away. He immediately put down the teacup in his hand and moved together.

Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and landed in front of the bookcase in the corner. He opened the cabinet lightly and glanced quickly.

Just now, although she was not squinting, she looked carefully at every table and chair in the room. This was the only place where there might be clues.

There is not a single book in the bookcase. They are all calligraphy and painting. There are no landscape paintings, no birds, animals and flowers. They are all figure paintings.

The woman in the painting is just a person, with a faint smile on her lips, gentle and happy eyes, and that stunning face, with the most beautiful flowers in the world blooming.

Her black silk hair is hanging down, and there is a red hairpin pinned to her bun. Although she is still, she seems to be able to imagine the lotus growing step by step, and the gold and silver swaying pearls.

The fingertips turned rapidly, but there was no sound at all.

Ling Mulao's eyes were like a camera. He quickly memorized the inscription in the scroll, but his brows furrowed closer and closer as he looked at it.

It's unbelievable. This is simply a fantasy.

No, this is a fantasy world, so there is only one possibility, Luo Shang...

Before the thought passed through his mind, he heard the sound of footsteps gradually.

Like a ghost, Ling Mulao put the scroll back to its original place, flashed, and sat down at the table again.

"I'm really sorry for scalding Miss Luo Shang."

Seemingly still thinking about this matter, Ling Mulao frowned and said very apologetically when he saw Luo Shang coming out.

His gaze fell on a man dressed in white. Under his guilty gaze, there was a subtle sharpness that no one could detect, a sharpness that belonged exclusively to Ling Mulao.

"It's okay. This is a small injury. I'll just put some medicine on it and it'll be fine."

Luo Shang didn't care about the burn. For her, this small injury was nothing to mention.

"At that moment, I asked my husband to prescribe medicine for Miss Luo Shang. After all, you just saved not only me, but also our child."

Ling Mulao touched her belly. She remembered that from the first time she saw Luo Shang, she seemed to be paying attention to the non-existent baby in her upper abdomen.

Luo Shang would not have been easily moved if she had not deliberately protected her belly in the rescue just now.

"No need."

Faintly, Luo Shang looked away from his abdomen.

It's great, she must be very happy to be pregnant with the child of the person she loves deeply, but it's a pity that she will never have such an opportunity again.

Once upon a time, just countless times, she had missed such an opportunity, harming him and their children.

"I have disturbed you today, so I will take my leave."

There was probably only so much he wanted to know, so Ling Mulao nodded slightly and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"Mrs. Xuanyuan, Luo Shang has a merciless request."

"What, Miss Luo Shang, please tell me~"
Chapter completed!