"No." Cheng Juan stopped and glanced at her, his eyes sloppy like fine pieces of ice and snow floating outside the corridor in the sky.
Cheng Wenru narrowed her eyes. "You…"
This wasn't the first time she heard Cheng Juan say this. She stared at him for a long time, waved her hand, and gathered her coat. "Forget it. Even if you want to see him, he won't necessarily care about you. Eldest Bro has tried to reel him in for several months to no avail."
"Third Young Master, the Old Master wants you to go back," said a servant on the opposite corridor.
Cheng Juan slowly nodded.
He pulled his collar and felt it was too troublesome to come back. Today, some of the older generations from the Cheng family were back, and he had to go greet them one by one.
He looked at Cheng Wenru.
She quickly chased him. "I'll take Ran Ran to my wing. You can come to find us there later."
