Ignoring Ling Piaomu, Meng Yunhe continued to walk step by step towards Gu Zhiqi, his gaze fixed intently on the talisman paper in Gu Zhiqi's hand.
Ling Piaomu, seeing Meng Yunhe like this, grew even more suspicious, "Meng Yunhe, you..."
"Ow, damn it."
Before Ling Piaomu could finish her sentence, a cry of pain was heard.
Meng Yunhe was seen lying on the ground.
Because he was focused solely on watching the yellow paper in Gu Zhiqi's hand and not the path, Meng Yunhe had tripped over the steps by the pavilion.
Looking at Meng Yunhe sprawled on the ground, Ling Piaomu couldn't hold back and let out a laugh.
The two sitting in the pavilion heard the commotion as well and turned their heads to look at Meng Yunhe and Ling Piaomu.
Meng Yunhe had already gotten up from the ground, bending slightly, rubbing his knee with one hand, and holding up the other to greet Gu Xiyue and Gu Zhiqi, "Hey!"
Gu Zhiqi and Gu Xiyue stared at him for a few seconds.
