If Tang San Could Succeed by Accident, Couldn't I, Mo Lin, Succeed Deliberately? Of Course I Could

Qian Renxue herself could hardly believe that she actually considered herself inferior to someone. Even her grandfather, whom she respected most, had never made her feel that way. And Mo Lin's remark—"we haven't seen each other for less than four years"—made Qian Renxue find it even more unbelievable, because four years ago, there was only one person she remembered, and in her eyes, that person had been nothing more than a hooligan, completely incapable of matching the man before her.

"You're Yu Mo?"

Mo Lin answered with a smile.

"Allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Mo Lin, and this is my real face."

Qian Renxue steadied herself and asked, "Why did you suddenly come looking for me?"

Mo Lin sat down across from Qian Renxue, picked up one of her official documents, and looked it over without the slightest hurry.

"I did come to you for something, but first, I want you to answer a question. You didn't tell your grandfather that I came looking for you, did you?"

As a transmigrator, Mo Lin had indeed known long ago that Qian Renxue was impersonating Xue Qinghe. However, judging from Qian Daoliu's reaction when he gave Mo Lin the token, he seemed unaware of it. If Qian Renxue had told Qian Daoliu that a male disciple of Bibi Dong had found her and knew her identity, then with such complete information, there was no way Qian Daoliu would fail to deduce that Mo Lin was the one who had gone to find Qian Renxue.

That was why Mo Lin was very curious about why Qian Renxue had not told Qian Daoliu about it.

Qian Renxue had not expected Mo Lin to ask about that. When she had returned to Spirit City without telling her grandfather, there had been