C152 The true appearance of rites and autumn wind

There were no letters in Mo Xian's hands, and those letters had all been taken by him. She then looked at Qin Yileng, "Young Master Qin, what do you think?"

Wang Ciyin's heart tightened, "Qin Yileng, you took the letter ?"

Qin Yileng did not reply, he did not know what kind of letter Mo Xian was talking about, but his expression was calm, as though he had hidden some tricks up his sleeve