This perfunctory answer clearly left Qin Lou very dissatisfied. Thinking of Muo Huangnian's furious appearance on the wedding night, Qin Lou narrowed his eyes and suddenly changed the topic, "By the way, speaking of Qingyi, do you still remember anything about her?"
Muo Huangnian's fingers paused slightly, lifting his eyelids to look at him, "Qingyi," he chewed on the name slowly, "What about her does Second Young Master Qin refer to?"
"It's nothing much, I just remember you used to have a good relationship with Qingyi, so I casually asked," Qin Lou's mouth curved lightly, "Do you still remember how Qingyi died?"
Muo Huangnian's brows and eyes suddenly darkened, the concealed hostility began to stir faintly, he indifferently said, "Whether I remember or not, does it matter to Second Young Master Qin?"
