Time rewound, back to the morning of the day before Ling Xi was set to return to military camp; the sky was permeated with pale blue, clear and transparent, with only a few clouds slowly moving across. Everything seemed so tranquil.
That morning, the Leng Mansion welcomed someone who, in Ling Xi's eyes, was extremely frivolous and lacked all principles.
"Madam, young master Sheng has arrived." Qin Yong ushered Sheng Jingyi into the hall, alerting Qin Shiran in the sitting room with a note of warning.
Upon seeing Sheng Jingyi at the doorway, Qin Shiran quickly set aside her handiwork and stood up to walk towards him. Her eyes fondly admired him, her smile gentle, "Xiaoyi is here." What a rare visitor indeed.
To the Leng family, frankly speaking, although they had close interactions with Old Sheng, they had only seen Sheng Jingyi a few times and had never met with him alone.
