Song Qingshu had originally planned to rescue Mu Wanqing even at the cost of exposing himself, but just then, another person came up the stairs.
"Sir, you should eat more. After this meal, I'm afraid you won't get another." A handsome young gentleman walked upstairs, sneering as he looked at Mu Gaofeng, who was devouring his food.
"Murong Fu?" Song Qingshu recognized him and could not help being stunned. What was going on?
Seeing that Murong Fu had come for Mu Gaofeng, Song Qingshu hesitated before deciding to observe the situation first.
"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Yaojia asked anxiously when she noticed his unusual behavior.
"Nothing." Song Qingshu answered casually, his eyes fixed on Mu Wanqing all the while, afraid that something might happen to her.
"Oh." He had been so attentive toward her before, but now his attention had clearly been drawn away by that other girl. Cheng Yaojia suddenly felt a pang of loss. Though she told herself there was nothing between them and that he had no need to take responsibility for her, she still could not stop the waves of sourness in her heart.
At the sight of Murong Fu, Mu Gaofeng's body trembled. He instinctively touched the hunchback sword at his waist and started to rise, but seeing that Murong Fu had no intention of attacking immediately, he sat back down. "I'll eat if I want to eat, drink if I want to drink. I've still got a long life ahead of me."
"Is that so?" Murong Fu smiled noncommittally. Rather than argue with him, he called over a waiter and began elegantly ordering dishes. He had clearly been starving after pursuing his target for so long.
Seeing that Murong Fu was not making a move, Mu Gaofeng resumed stuffing himself. He had already