As Han Yi anticipated, Zhan Rong arrived as scheduled the next day.
Han Jiaojiao was playing with a few seedlings by the window when she saw Zhan Rong entering the yard, accompanied by two soldiers. Yan Xiao came out from the first-floor hall with a big smile, greeting him warmly.
She pointed them out to the seedlings. ——"The man on the left wearing a vest is Yan Xiao, the man on the right in military uniform is Major Zhan. The one on the right isn't someone you need to worry about, just focus on the guy on the left in the dark blue vest... hey, Xiaogua, how many times have I told you not to play with the soil..."
A small clump of fine soil was flung out the window by the nimble tendril.
Yan Xiao felt it and patted his head, causing a light shower of dirt to fall.
"..."
Han Jiaojiao stuck her head out and called, "It wasn't me!"
Yan Xiao's face twitched involuntarily as he thought: If it's not you, then who could it be? So childish!
