Qian Chongling merely gave a mysterious smile and used Sound Transmission. "Nothing much. I saw that Bing Lianxue had injured the lad, so I treated him with silver needles."
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes. Other people might not know what Qian Chongling was like.
But what kind of relationship did she have with him? She knew his length and girth, and he knew her depth and tightness-a relationship built on exchanges at less than zero distance.
So how could she, Bibi Dong, possibly not know his temperament?
Qian Chongling was the sort who looked refined and scholarly, even a little frail, but that side of him was reserved for his own people.
Once he deemed someone an enemy, his other side emerged: cold, brutal, and determined to repay even the smallest slight.
And this young fellow had flirted with his wife and daughter right in front of him. Given his temper, even if the lad survived, he would still lose a layer of skin.
Yet now Qian Chongling was telling her that he had just treated the boy's injuries. Had the sun risen in the west?
She, Bibi Dong, did not believe a single word.
"I'll tell you tonight."
Qian Chongling remained mysterious, refusing to say outright what he had done to Dai Mubai.
"All right, we've had our fun, and it's getting late. Time to head to the Moonlight Tower and check in," Qian Chongling told everyone.
When the six of them first arrived in the city, they had gone to the Moonlight Tower to reserve rooms. Then, hearing that the Mingyu Building had good food and storytelling, they had come here.
The food had been a tremendous disappointment to their already discerning palates. The storytelling, however, had indeed been a refreshing new experience for Qian Renxue and the