Opening the door for Song Jiyun was Shao Qing.
"Miss, why have you come?" he said, winking at her incessantly without inviting her inside to sit.
Song Jiyun initially thought he had an eye condition and wanted to ask if he had seen a doctor, but he had already stretched out a finger and quietly pointed behind him.
Song Jiyun was puzzled.
Shao Qing gave a wry smile and said loudly, "Our young master... isn't at home!"
As he spoke, he turned his head to glance inside the courtyard and gave Song Jiyun a meaningful look, saying, "Miss, you haven't been seen for several days, have you been busy making porcelain?"
So, was Yuan Yunzhong angry? Unwilling to see her?
Song Jiyun was stunned, pointing to herself.
Shao Qing nodded repeatedly.
Song Jiyun felt a baffling urge to laugh, imagining a diminutive Yuan Yunzhong, dressed in a moon-white fine cloth Taoist robe, with an arrogantly held face, huffing at her.
