Ling Qiong had perfectly exquisite features, his deep eyes calm like water, yet there was an eternal frost that wouldn't thaw beneath them. His tall and majestic figure made him stand out in the crowd.
Noticing the gaze of the Mu family, Ling Qiong narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly.
He looked around at the Mu family present with casual indifference, then lowered his gaze slowly, exuding detachment and aloofness.
Gu Jin displayed a courteous smile to the Mu family head: "Coming over late at night, sorry for the disturbance."
The Mu family head waved his hand: "No disturbance, no disturbance, it's our Mu family's honor to have the Ninth Lord visit."
He invited them to sit in front of the sofa.
Then he pulled Mu Zifeng over, who was standing to the side: "Zifeng, come thank the Ninth Lord for saving your life."
Mu Zifeng's curious gaze was fixed on Gu Jin.
Pushed by her father, she walked to Gu Jin and knelt down slowly.
