"Hmm." Zhou Yinghuai said casually, "It's getting late. Aren't you going back?"
Zheng Heng chuckled, looked at Zhou Yinghuai, his gaze was calm, but his tone was rather cold.
"Now, that you're done with your worries, can you tell me about the whole story with Song Zhaozhao?"
Tang Xian tasted the flavor and could not help but sigh continuously, "So everyone has something to do, and I'm the only one who's free, just like a third wheel?"
While he was talking, he sighed and stood up, saying, "I won't stay any longer. Some new paintings just arrived at my place. I'll go home and take a look. You two take your time."
Only Zheng Heng and Zhou Yinghuai were left in the hall.
The former tried to keep his calm, yet his eyes could not hide his urgency. He gritted his teeth, looked at Zhou Yinghuai, and said, "Tell me, what really happened?"
