Ling didn't complain about feeling cold just now; he simply endured it.
The only person who noticed this detail was Mo Liancheng.
Ling gave Mo Liancheng a grateful look, "Thank you, I'm much better now."
"No need to be so polite; it's you who has suffered by following us." Mo Liancheng said apologetically. After all, it was his woman who accidentally brought Ling along, and Ling had endured quite a bit.
Mo Xiaofan, unaware of the truth, looked at the two of them with confusion.
To someone like Mo Xiaofan, people of Mo Liancheng's stature shouldn't have close ties with small figures like Ling, who doesn't even understand cultivation. After all, they're on different levels, and it's hard to have much interaction. But they were familiar, and not just ordinarily so.
It's really strange...
However, Mo Xiaofan felt fortunate.
