"It's already this hour, and he still hasn't rested?" Su Qian raised her eyebrows in confusion and asked.
"Young Master Yan Chen said that he had just received a message from Sect Master and wanted to discuss it with you," Qian Rong said obediently.
"Alright, let him wait for a moment. I'll go out now." After saying that, Su Qian put on a snow-white undergarment and draped herself in a fiery-red long dress before striding out.
In front of the round table in the outer room, Yan Chen was holding a cup of tea and sipping it. At this moment, he felt a flutter of nerves in his heart, glancing around the room and feeling a bit anxious.
This was the first time Yan Chen had entered Su Qian's room. He felt that even the air here was filled with a Qianqian fragrance, making it especially tempting.
As Yan Chen wondered where to direct his gaze, Su Qian's voice sounded from the inner room not far away. "Yan Chen, have you been waiting long?"
