Let it be that the enemies are spies, Li Qingmu is now thinking of ways to please his mother and then slowly seize some power, though logically, he doesn't need to concern himself with these matters.
But for some reason, he felt something was off in his heart.
This feeling was very direct, simply put, he had to be involved!
It was a kind of sixth sense, like how many people instinctively perceive danger, though some take it seriously, while others do not.
Relatively speaking, Li Qingmu was just a bit more sensitive.
Rong Si lazily got up and said indifferently, "Spies? Spies from where?"
"I don't know, but it feels like they're from Dazhou because Da Rong people don't have this look."
As soon as these words were spoken, Li Qingmu at the back suddenly had his pupils contract sharply!
But it was only for a moment, and he relaxed immediately.
There were eyes of Rong Si everywhere here; he couldn't afford to act too suspiciously, or he'd be courting death.
