Zhao Rong's gaze swept across, yet he always felt that the gluttonous Bi Fang was looking at him more directly than usual.
At the moment, Zhao Rong was concerned with the movements of the two women in the flower garden behind him, not giving it much thought. Had it been on a usual day, he would have murmured, "Have I become handsomer?" and touched his attractive face…
Next to him, Yu Huaijin intended to ask why Zhao Rong was here today, but noticed Zhao Rong seemed distracted as he turned his head to look back.
She exchanged glances with Li Xueyou and Bi Fang, and then the three women quieted down, curiously looking in the direction where the young Confucian Scholar's eyes were intently fixed.
At this moment, Zhao Rong didn't blink an eye.
In the depths of the flower garden, beside that table, Zhu Yourong was wiping little Su Xiaoxiao's tears while holding her hand and speaking softly.
