Su Mo's expression was complicated.
Was she a little thinner?
The painter had simply dug out half of her grandaunt!
…
The sky was bright when a carriage stopped in the silent Pear Blossom Lane.
The secret guard said with huge dark circles under his eyes, "Young Master, we've been waiting all night. Are you sure you don't want to knock on the door? What are you conflicted about? Tell me, I'll settle it for you, okay?"
Wei Ting snorted coldly.
Didn't she wake up early in the countryside?
They started making snacks at midnight.
Had she become lazy in the capital?
Wei Ting's carriage was at the door and he had been bitching for most of the night. If his young master's anger could kill, the secret guard felt that no one in Pear Blossom Alley would survive.
Finally, there was movement in the courtyard.
Wei Ting's ears pricked up and he immediately dusted his long wide sleeves.
