Inside the courtyard.
The breeze was cool and the place serene.
"Mr. Lin." Chou Jinse looked at the black-haired young man in front of her, a complex expression on her face, and a feeling that was difficult to describe stirring within her.
"I was just passing by and thought I'd come check on you. Do you like practicing calligraphy?"
Lin Mo glanced at the Xuan Paper on the long table; the ink marks were still wet.
"Just trying to find a hobby for myself." Chou Jinse said, waving her hand to dismiss the bodyguards in the courtyard.
Lin Mo settled down on the carved wooden chair.
Chou Jinse picked up the teapot with her fair and delicate hand, pouring fragrant tea into a white porcelain cup. Her actions were smooth and beautiful, "Mr. Lin, have some tea."
"Hmm." Lin Mo nodded. In the past, he and Chou Jinse had some interactions in Jiangzhou.
But time had passed; Lin Mo had now become an Innate existence, and Chou Jinse had become the underground queen of Jiangnan.
