She shook her head stubbornly, but had no words to refute.
"It seems that you don't know it yourself." Zhuan Sheng sighed leisurely, "Fight for what you want, why waste your time here."
"No." Murong Qingshuang was still extremely stubborn, "You don't understand. I just won't let myself hurt him. That's all. His enemies are his business, but I won't let him.
Enemies, start with me."
Duanhun looked like he hated iron and said, "I really don't know what you want to do!"
She lowered her eyebrows and said after a moment: "Old man, am I not suitable to stay here anymore?" [
Duanhun frowned tightly and glanced at her fiercely before saying: "It's up to you! I don't think it's bad to have one more person to work for me! But if you don't do your job well, you'd better leave early."
At the end, he added another sentence, "I think you are too distracted now. Can't you do something good? Let's go, let's go!"
Duanhun's meaning was very clear. He would not draw a clear line with her just because she parted ways with Guchengbi.
However, she also knew very well that everything she had now was due to Guchengbi's help.
"When you see him again, help me tell him that I will never forget his kindness..."
Duanhun interrupted directly, "Is there something you can't say yourself and you have to convey it to me on your behalf? Don't say anything about kindness or kindness. He doesn't want that. If you really want to do it, don't say these words. It will only piss him off.
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"Then... don't say it."
Murong Qingshuang turned and entered the room.
I packed up my clothes again and could only leave here temporarily.
"Sister, are you really going to leave this time?"
Mo'er is one of the maids here in Duanhun. She doesn't like to talk on weekdays and just does things silently.
But I always listen to Murong Qingshuang’s words every time.
"Will sister come back in the future?" Mo'er asked softly.
Murong Qingshuang was silent for a moment, but then smiled a little, "There will always be a time to meet."
Mo'er tilted her head, "Why do I always feel that it's not like this?"
She whispered: "There is no banquet in the world that must come to an end. It is no longer convenient for me to stay here."
She doesn't even understand it herself.
The trust between people sometimes just stands on the tip of a knife.
