'Who knows if someone in this sect is a love-struck fool?'
Lin Changheng was well aware of this point.
'The world is just a giant, amateurish troupe; you can't guarantee that everyone has their wits about them.'
'Why get into pointless fights born of jealousy? It's best to avoid them at all costs.'
At that moment, Lin Changheng opportunely presented a gift basket. "This is a gift to congratulate Li'Er on reaching Foundation Establishment."
"Thank you, Brother Lin."
Mo Zhaoli accepted it with a smile. At the same time, she took out a rather heavy wooden box, about a foot square, and held it in her delicate hands.
Lin Changheng's eyes widened in surprise. "Zhao Li, this is..."
His own gift basket was small and delicate, but this wooden box was several times larger.
'He had come to give a gift, so how had it turned into him being the one receiving one?'
But Mo Zhaoli just pursed her lips into a smile and said, "Brother Lin, this is Li'Er's return gift, of course."
