Hearing Murong Yan's sudden question, Yang Yiting thought if they had been discovered? But the next moment, she realized that she was overthinking things.
Another footstep sounded from the back of the rockery. These footsteps were heavy but slow. Yang Yiting could even feel the anger hidden in the footsteps.
"What are you doing here?" A low voice asked in an unkind manner.
Yang Yiting and Meng Yuan looked at each other. The two immediately knew it was Wan Yan Ping's voice.
After a moment of silence, they heard Murong Yan's somewhat disinterested voice. "It's a little stuffy in the hall, so I came outside here for fresh air."
"Are things boring to you, or is there someone you don't want to see?" Wan Yan Ping stared at her with a bit of coldness in her voice.
