Qin Bo thrust his chest, and he couldn't answer these words casually. He looked over the woman with neither humility nor arrogant eyes and said, "My young master is indeed not here. Mr. Mo came unfortunately, so it's better to come again another day."

The "Silent Young Master" he said leaned softly on the chair, and there were several flowery girls next to him holding fruits, holding fragrant tea, or holding fans... and serving them very thoughtfully, as if they were in the bushes of flowers.

After Qin's words finished, the voice of the opposite side stopped like a sparrow, and the whole Linglang Pavilion became quiet.

"Young Master Liuxian, Huh, you're really above the top."

Amid the flowers, a clear voice came out: "Forget it, Xiaoqing, leave the famous thorns, we will come again next day."

Immediately, a group of beakers surrounded by the "Silent Young Master", sprinkling petals and leaving Linglang Pavilion.

Uncle Qin smiled bitterly and patted the petals that fell on him. Looking down from the window, he saw a pink sedan chair running away, and even the ones carrying the sedan chair were beautiful women.

"Why did you get into this guy?"

Uncle Qin looked down at the name thorn in his hand. The three characters on it looked a little dazzling in the sun:

"My son~silence~!"
Chapter completed!