Bai Xiaochang only saw Wang Qi's face with a painful expression, and then quickly lowered his head, his body trembling.

"Don't you still want to say?" Qi Yu turned his head to her and asked again.

Facing this scene, she couldn't help but sigh, Wang Qi was really pitiful.

Facing Qi Yu's words, Bai Xiaochang just smiled and glanced at the wide-open window above without leaving a trace.

Mo this guy, why can't he come down yet?

There are hundreds of third-order masters, one person can drown her with a mouthful of saliva, not to mention Qi Yu, the late-stage fifth-order master.

The main thing is that he is now on the verge of going crazy!

If the ink doesn't come down, she won't be able to pretend.

Bai Xiaochang looked at the wide open window, worried in his heart.

In the private room on the second floor, Leng Luo's white little fingers poked the pistachio that did not open her mouth, looking particularly irritable.

Compared with her, the ink next to her seems much more leisurely, and from time to time she puts a nut in her mouth.

Leng Luo's hand stopped, looked at the pistachio with cold eyes, and glanced at Mo again.

She raised her hand, and her sleeve slid down to her shoulder, revealing her snow-white lotus arms.

She slapped her hand hard at the pistachio.

With a "pop", the pistachio crumbled into slag.

Leng Luo clapped her little hands, stood up, opened the door and walked downstairs.

Before leaving, he glanced at Mo defiantly, and then left happily.

Mo didn't seem to see it, still doing his own thing.

Downstairs, Qi Yu forced each other with words, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Bai Xiaochang's forehead, and she secretly wiped off the sweat in a casual manner.

She didn't know what it was like to be nervous, and kept an eye on the staircase.

Finally, a person came down the stairs, she was happy at first, and after seeing the person clearly, she was completely stunned.

What's going on?

How is it not ink?

Isn't that snow-white one a cold dill?

She felt that she should not be dazzled enough to distinguish between white and black, why did Leng Luo come down, but the ink was nowhere to be seen?

What is he doing?!

At this time, Mo was still nibbling on nuts in the private room, only occasionally raising his eyes to look at the screen.

Qi Yu noticed that Bai Xiaochang's expression had changed, and it was obvious that he had gone from joy to panic.

Bai Xiaochang suddenly came back to his senses, remembering that Qi Yu was still opposite him, and hurriedly restrained his expression.

But Qi Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at the staircase.

Leng Luo was wearing a pure white gauze skirt with a simple style, but she didn't look ordinary at all when she wore it.

She seemed to be in a hurry, and even almost fell down the stairs, but fortunately she held on to the handrail and didn't fall.

When she saw Bai Xiaochang looking at herself, she was also grinning and grinning, and the two snow-white little tiger teeth almost lit up Bai Xiaochang's eyes.

And when Bai Xiaochang lowered her head, she was not happy anymore, and sped up her pace and came down from below.

The wooden staircase made a muffled sound, and Bai Xiaochang's heart collapsed, what is this little aunt doing down?!

Didn't she happily poke pistachios on it?

It's good now, Qi Yu knows her, will her identity be exposed soon?

She didn't remember, Qi Yu had also seen ink, just when her brain was not good.

Leng Luo walked down the stairs quickly, and then came straight towards Bai Xiaochang.

The people in Tsing Yi who surrounded the table tightly tried to stop her, but for some reason, they just couldn't catch it, and they didn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

With a bright smile on her face, Leng Luo rushed straight at Bai Xiaochang.

Qi Yu saw Leng Luo's face clearly, and then looked at Bai Xiaochang, shocked in his heart.

It's her?!

In the next second, the guess in Qi Yu's heart was overturned.

Leng Luo threw herself into Bai Xiaochang's stiff arms and called sweetly: "Mother! ”