Qin Yu, this big jerk, why did he want to forge a sworn brotherhood? Now was he not a generation older than himself?
"Qiqi, the orange tastes pretty good." Qin Yu sprawled lazily on the luxurious sofa, spoke with a wide open mouth, and he had already gotten a bit used to being waited on by Mo Yuqi.
"Peel it yourself." Mo Yuqi, pouting, moved the fruit plate in front of Qin Yu.
Qin Yu was stunned. What the hell? What's gotten into Qiqi? Women really are fickle creatures, huh? Just fine a moment ago, and now, she's like a completely different person?
...
On the second floor, inside the compartment next to Master Zhou, sat a girl dressed in white palace attire. She had a beautiful appearance, with very gentle features, sitting quietly in her chair.
If one had to use a word to describe this girl, it would be 'graceful'.
"Madame Jiang, why did grandfather want me to host this medicinal herb exchange conference? Can I do it?"
