There was a moment of silence by the pond.
The remaining young men, including Lin Qingluo, all looked away in unison, finding appropriate angles to avert their gazes.
They had decided not to get involved.
"Heh heh."
Shitou felt awkward, and for once, he didn't say anything witty. He sat down with a thick face and touched his nose with a silly grin.
"Young Master Ye, there's no ghost, so stop hesitating."
Mo Canglan watched Lin Jinlong's handsome face grow darker and darker, and sighed helplessly, giving Ye Qinghan a strong push.
"Is there really none?"
Ye Qinghan squinted his eyes a little, trembling as he peeked behind Feng Yi.
"No."
Mo Canglan pushed him again, motioning for him to get his sister away.
"Really none?"
But Ye Qinghan ignored him, his eyelids almost twitching, the silly boy not understanding Mo Canglan's hint.
Mo Canglan was so furious that he had a headache, not noticing the flash of smugness in Ye Qinghan's eyes.
Helping his sister pursue her crush.