Lin Qingqian lowered her eyes to look at the teacup with a tea leaf floating in it. It was steaming, and her red lips curled up slightly. "Aren't you tired?"
Ming Xiao was stunned and looked at her with her well-defined eyelashes.
"You've postured for so many years. Aren't you tired?" Lin Qingqian's gentle voice sounded. Her gaze was cold as she looked at her without any intention of giving in.
Ming Xiao suddenly laughed. "Lin Qingqian, I've lived for so many years, but this is the first time I've met such an interesting person like you."
Lin Qingqian didn't reply and went straight to the point. "You didn't look for me purely to praise me, right?"
"Of course not," Ming Xiao replied with a smile. "It's just that every time I see you since I came back, I'll have a thought…
If not for the Jiang Family backing you, how tall would the grass on your grave be now?"