Zhao Rong didn't move, patiently waiting for another moment. With no sounds from outside, he suddenly rose to his feet, carefully tucked the love letter intended for Qing Jun into his sleeve, and left with light steps through the door.
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Taiching Four Mansions were quite expansive, and since Zhao Rong had not been there long and was unfamiliar with the layout, he politely asked a few Residence Students who were passing by for directions to Nanci Mansion.
When the Residence Students he stopped heard that he was heading to Nanci Mansion, they scrutinized Zhao Rong's Academy student attire and their expressions immediately soured, either snorting dismissively or leaving with a swish of their sleeves.
Zhao Rong blinked, pondered the attitudes of those male Residence Students for a moment, and then slowly nodded in understanding.
So that's how it is, he thought he got the picture.
