Li Jiayi broke the silence in a calm but curious manner. With a smirk, she looked at Tan Jianjun and said, "You look pretty upset, Big Master. What's making you so angry? What's going on?"
Her words sounded relaxed, but her calm exterior didn't reveal any underlying feelings she might be keeping in check.
Tan Jianjun took a deep breath, trying to control his anger before responding. "It's this letter from Xiuying. She had left for her mother's hometown and joined us later in that big event in Chang'an. Without our consent!"
His voice held both frustration and disbelief as he gestured towards the crumpled letter on his desk.
With graceful and deliberate steps, Li Jiayi approached the desk, her movements marked by a sense of cautious curiosity. Her fingers gently brushed over the contours of the parchment, tracing the delicate lines of Tan Xiuying's heartfelt letter.
