After alighting from the carriage, Jin Lingling seemed to wriggle, shaking her hand as if to free it, but Li Chengzhi was not about to let go. He kept a firm grip, unmoving as ever. With a mix of resistance and compliance, Jin Lingling was pulled by him into the chess club.
The two of them tugged back and forth, oblivious to the stares of those around them, and did not notice that Lin Linyuan had seen everything. It wasn't until they were out of sight that Lin Yuan gently lowered the curtain, her expression thoughtful.
In the large towns of the North, Yecheng was the only one second to the capital city. Its prosperity, were it not for seeing it with one's own eyes, would be hard for Lin Yuan to imagine.
