Puyang Yi sighed silently, a hint of desolation in her clear black-and-white eyes.
"My brother is good in every aspect, but he's careless in choosing friends, blind in seeing people's true natures. He always hangs around with Yuan Kang and those guys..."
Feng Yun didn't say much, took a sip of tea, and smiled:
"Why would these noble gentlemen, instead of enjoying leisure time at home or sipping wine in a flower tower, go up a mountain? What are they up to?"
Puyang Yi pouted and glanced at her.
"What else could it be, if not that they're fed up and bored to death with idleness..."
"Oh?" Feng Yun lifted her teacup, toasted Puyang Yi, and waited for her to continue.
Wen Xingsu took another look at her and immediately furrowed his brows.
Ayun was not usually someone who interfered in others' affairs without reason; she must suspect something to be inquiring so persistently.
