"Do you think Madam Jiang and Zhu Mingjing knew each other before?"
Ye Lan raised an eyebrow: "I don't think so, wasn't Mingjing raised in a nunnery in the mountains? How could she possibly know Madam Jiang?"
Gao Jia shook her head, "You didn't see the expression on Madam Jiang's face when she first saw Mingjing."
He turned to Zhu Xiangxiang: "What do you think?"
Zhu Xiangxiang took a sip of flower tea and said lightly: "You should go ask Madam Jiang."
Gao Jia secretly rolled his eyes, thinking if I could directly ask Madam Jiang, I wouldn't be wasting my breath with you...
A tall and thin figure walked in through the main gate, against the sunlight. Gao Jia's gaze went through Zhu Xiangxiang's shoulders, staring at the tall figure walking in, lost in thought.
Ye Lan coughed, straightened his back, and flicked a lock of hair behind his ear. Every movement seemed just right, as if carefully measured.
