Nan Fei waved her hand, ready to find a quiet place to talk with Zhuanzhuan, when out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently saw the girl in front of Zhuanzhuan, and her whole being was taken aback. Her clear, gentle gaze instantly turned sharp and icy.
It was the girl from the teahouse yesterday.
She'd never mistake her.
After Leng Ran left yesterday, she remained in the teahouse for an hour to verify her suspicions. During that hour, she discreetly took note of every person that left. This girl was among them.
Because she was young and pretty, Nan Fei remembered her distinctly.
Zhuanzhuan was incredibly astute and immediately noticed Nan Fei's odd behavior. A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes as she asked softly, "Sister, what's wrong?"
After she asked, Zhuanzhuan followed Nan Fei's gaze to Leng Tianqi. She subtly arched her eyebrows, as if she'd discovered something interesting.
Nan Fei shook her head, but didn't look away from Leng Tianqi.
