Liu Guifang was combing her hair in the inner room. When she heard this, her hand holding the comb stopped in mid-air.
The maid entered the house with small steps and bent over to report in her ear.
When Liu Guifang heard this, a smile that could be either smug or mocking appeared on her face. After a few seconds, she said, " "I haven't been to the Poetry Society for only a few days. Why did he come to our house?"
He must have asked Zhang Qingfeng for the address.
old Madam, she's waiting at the door, " the maid whispered. she's dressed quite formally. Do you want to go out and meet her? "
Liu Guifang's eyes turned, and her chin unconsciously raised."Tell him that I'm not feeling well today. Tell him to come another day."
If she could meet him just like that, what would she be?
Thinking of Gu hejun's high and mighty attitude in the Poetry Society, Liu Guifang decided to give him the cold shoulder and dampen his spirit.
