Shen Jingjing asked, "What sect is it? Is it famous?"
Su Mo shook her head, "Not famous."
I just won’t tell you.
Shen Jingjing sneered, her contempt self-evident.
Su Mo almost laughed to death in her heart. In what way did the old man of the Shen family develop such a good character in his daughter?
Shen Jingjing stayed in their room for various reasons. Although Huangfujin never talked to her, she felt that it would be good to stop Su Mo from getting close to Huangfujin.
It has been considered an indirect success.
At lunch time, they ate together as usual.
After all, Lan Ru's craftsmanship is so wonderful.
After the meal, everyone chatted casually and discussed the weather. They didn't want to talk about their own affairs, and they couldn't just ask about other people's affairs. Everyone kept it secret.
These foxes chatted about the universal topic - the weather.
Yin Shaotang and Wei Anliang thought it would be rainy for a few more days, and they didn't know when it would clear up.
Shen Jingjing sighed, holding her cheeks, looking worried about the country and the people, "I hope we don't break the dike. If that happens, the people will suffer. Although our family can give out porridge, we can't Solve so many people."
Hearing what she said was very sympathetic, Huangfujin gave her a rare look.
Shen Jingjing was so excited that her heart almost jumped out of her throat. It seems that her method worked?
Although she hates giving soup, she hates the refugees even more. They are so dirty that she feels dirty too just by looking at them.
She wanted to continue, but Huangfu Jin looked at Su Mo, "Mo'er, do you think you will continue?"
Su Mo has some knowledge about weather, so he asked this question.
Su Mo held her chin, hummed, and thought for a moment, "I guess the rain will stop either tonight or tomorrow morning. Then we can be on our way."
Wei Anliang looked at her thoughtfully. Although he couldn't believe it, he didn't question it.
Yin Shaotang looked outspoken and immediately asked her what she was sure about, "Has Miss Su ever learned about horoscopes?"
Shen Jingjing sneered: "What a joke. Who can understand it? Qin Tian Jian is just a bunch of magicians waiting to die. If they could see the sky and tell fortunes, they wouldn't be able to know about disasters in the world in advance." .”
This was true. Su Mo looked at her approvingly. This girl could still say something good.
