Qing Ying's silhouette flickered and vanished.
Only Hu Ji and Lin Xiaosu remained in the room.
Lin Xiaosu raised his teacup to his lips, suddenly sensing something, and turned his gaze toward Hu Ji, who was looking at him with a somewhat complicated expression.
"What's wrong?" Lin Xiaosu asked.
Hu Ji smiled softly and slowly raised her teacup: "Qing Ying just mentioned a sensitive issue, about the foolishness of the Qian du island saint lord Li Xu today… I'm afraid that everyone in Ning City, or even the entire world, thinks this saint lord is very stupid, right?"
"It should be… right!"
Hu Ji stared into his eyes: "But, is he really stupid?"
Lin Xiaosu's eyes flickered: "I really don't know, after all, I'm not familiar with him."
Hu Ji rolled her eyes at him: "You certainly weren't familiar with him before, but at the moment of his foolishness, weren't you? I think you are not only familiar but so familiar… it's as if you two are the same person."
