Jiang Yan knew Ye Qing's name.
The two were acquaintances who had acknowledged each other with a nod.
Su Dai had specifically introduced him to her before, but she didn't know he had moved up here.
In her view, given Ye Qing's appearance and age, he should have just started university and was most likely still living with his parents.
Ye Qing's Adam's apple moved again as he said, "Are you going down?"
Jiang Yan nodded and hummed in affirmation.
She was about to lift her leg to continue down when she heard heavy footsteps and heavy breathing coming from below.
The next second, Su Dai's slender figure appeared at the corner.
She was wearing a waterproof apron with a pattern of tiny wrinkled chrysanthemums, her arms cradling a sizeable white porcelain flowerpot filled with soil, her face flushed red.
"Miss Jiang—Yan!" Seeing Jiang Yan, her eyes lit up, and an involuntary smile curved the corners of her lips.
"Hi," Jiang Yan responded with a polite smile.
