Seeing that Chu Beiqing was absent at the feast, Little Xinzhuo was a bit puzzled.
"It seems I haven't seen Uncle Chu, Sister, where is Uncle Chu?"
"He's ill and still recovering."
Xin Lin brushed it off casually, but her gaze at Long Jin carried deeper meaning.
Chu Beiqing and Long Jin were hardly acquaintances; the latter was clearly probing.
Yet his face showed genuine concern.
Kids of the Heavenly Family are indeed extraordinary, understanding how to conceal their feelings at such a young age.
Xin Lin was more curious about what kind of trick Consort Zhao had up her sleeve.
Did she truly want to reform herself, or was there another motive?
The School Clinic hadn't been this lively in ages.
Master Mo pushed two tables together, and everyone gathered around, either standing or sitting.
The large pot of "Wushan Grilled Fish" was placed at the center of the table.
