Jinghan chuckled to herself, but her face remained impassive. "Brother Pengcheng, you can continue reading here. It seems like the banquet outside is almost over. I think Uncle Yue will be leaving soon. When you go, don't forget to take the mushrooms with you." After saying that, Jinghan ran outside.
Zixuan was even younger than Wenhan, but he could sense that the atmosphere in the room had become somewhat tense. He had been holding a book without saying anything. Now, seeing Jinghan about to leave, he quickly got up. "Jinghan, wait, could you take me to see your mushroom house later?" He was making an excuse for Wenhan and Pengcheng to have a chance to talk alone.
As soon as Zixuan and Jinghan left the room, Pengcheng spoke up, "Wenhan, I know you and Jinghan don't want me to interact too much with Jingya, right?" Through their two years of friendship, which had become quite close, Pengcheng was straightforward with his question.
