Qing Yue poured himself a glass of water from the coffee table. Upon hearing Xia Xin's words, he slightly smiled and said, "Let me give you a piece of advice: I think you'd better not disturb the two of them right now."
Xia Xin was taken aback, "Why?"
Qing Yue clicked his tongue, "Because they're fighting right now."
Xia Xin: "??? Fighting, how is that possible?"
Qing Yue held his cup, smiling mischievously, "Didn't you notice something was off with the Abbot's mood today?"
Xia Xin was puzzled, "And so?"
Qing Yue took a sip of water, "I guess they're settling some scores."
Xia Xin's eyes were full of question marks.
Qing Yue smiled playfully, "Your Abbot probably won't let Third Brother off easily."
Hearing this, Xia Xin couldn't help but look upstairs.
At the same time.
