Suddenly, a dull knocking sounded from outside the door.
"Is that Sister Zhiling?" Jin Yan asked, turning her head.
"It's me!" An elegant and pleasant female voice came from outside.
Jin Yan's face immediately lit up with joy, and she scurried over to open the door with a beaming smile.
If Jin Yan represented the type of pure beauty full of youth and vitality, like a bud just beginning to bloom, then standing at the door was a rose in full bloom, at its most delicate and enticing.
Tang Yi recognized this regal beauty—it was Lin Shaocong's goddess, the dream girl of a countless number of homebodies.
However, the moment the door opened, Li Zhiling's face turned red, and with a shy expression that made her even more charming, she spoke softly, "Did... Did I interrupt something?"
Her voice sent a shiver down Tang Yi's spine, as if he had been struck by electricity. Her gentle, sweet voice alone was enough to drive any man wild.
