Qin Muye felt like he'd been hit over the head with a club, his ears ringing.
He snatched the feather pendant and raised his voice. "Who gave this to you?"
Jiang Qingli was relieved he hadn't asked about her progress with Gu Nian. She answered honestly, "A friend gave it to me. He's my mission target."
His grip tightened, crumpling the feather pendant.
Jiang Qingli actually quite liked the pendant—it was pretty and seemed immune to dirt. Seeing it being mangled, she quickly snatched it back.
But to Qin Muye, her action meant something else entirely.
"Friend? What friend?" Qin Muye stared at her intently. "Don't tell me it was that ugly, red-headed stupid bird named Que Feiling."
The silver-haired young man gritted his teeth, his chest heaving. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to grab Que Feiling, break his wings, and eat him raw.
