The voice wasn't particularly deep; instead, it seemed somewhat frilly.
Although Ye Shaohua had never met Wei Hang, she knew that this was probably his voice.
"I'm here," Ye Xingxue quickly responded, giving Ye Shaohua a deep look before leaving the room, "Wei Hang, how come you arrived so early?"
Wei Hang cracked a casual smile, peeking through the crack to see a girl sitting with her back facing him.
He didn't see her face.
But he could see the hand holding the pen was very slender and delicate.
"In a rush to eat the dishes Aunt Ye cooked, of course, we have to come early," Wei Hang said with a smile as he retracted his gaze.
Ye Xingxue didn't notice anything unusual, and the two of them sat down in the Hall's chairs.
Jiang Heng had already sat down, and the other two girls seemed quite disdainful of the dark table and chairs but didn't say anything once they saw Jiang Heng sit down. They could only wipe the seats over and over with a cloth before sitting down.
