It's Duan Lan.
Xin He squinted slightly, her gaze on him increasing its caution.
Little Firewood also darkened his countenance, his hand within his sleeve already clenched into a fist.
Nonetheless, Duan Lan dismounted from the horse carriage, fan in hand, and strolled over lithely, all smiles, "What a surprise, finding you here."
Little Firewood retorted coldly, "Isn't it clear to you whether it's a coincidence or not?"
Duan Lan raised an eyebrow, "Quite sharp, fitting for a man brought up by Ji Xinhe."
Little Firewood never held a good face towards Duan Lan, wanting to sort out their old dispute from their previous encounter at the wharf. However, he was held back by Ji Xinhe, "Let's get to the exam first. The Autumn Examination takes precedence."
"But..." Little Firewood's face darkened, glancing at Duan Lan anxiously.
Xin He reassured him, "It's okay, just go in."
