Li Changqing's gaze was fixed.
The handle of the teacup was still wobbling on the table.
"Oh." Xu Muhai reached out, picked up the handle of the teacup, and then smiled, saying, "I'm really sorry, the things here haven't been replaced in a long time. I rarely have guests, so I didn't notice this teacup was broken. Let me get you a new one in a moment."
Li Changqing said nothing. He looked into the distance, and his worried expression could no longer be hidden.
"Where did Saint Heng go? I need to find him." As the handle of the teacup broke, Li Changqing also felt increasingly anxious, as if something had happened.
Putting his mask back on, he was ready to leave, unable to stay there any longer.
