The forest at dawn.
Wisps of faint white fog billowed like smoke, and the moist air was filled with the fresh scent of plants.
A group of people from the Su and He families stood around, each with a different expression, looking at an ancient tree with a hollow inside.
"That tree isn't very thick; the space inside the hole is limited. Won't it be cramped for two people to be in there together?"
With an innocent and naive face, Su Meng quietly asked her father, "What do you think?"
With a light cough, Su Yuntian glared at her and chided, "Mind your own business!"
Not far away.
Leaning against a tree, He Rong's gaze was deep as he looked toward the tree hole.
Clearly a secret hiding spot, the tree hole was obviously not spacious. Thinking of the two people squeezed together inside, He Rong's face naturally soured, after all, He Ziren was his nephew.
